Friday, April 2, 2010

'grip tightly'

don't let go
the lifeline

-my frantic appeals
meet with silence

I feel like standing alone
on the riverside
watching a night sky sans moon's nectar

Had I known
the language of water particles
I might have fathomed their needs
-do they speak
of small revolutions-in-wait,
the insignificant uprisings
that languish
inside a cul-de-sac of passive sighs?

A few words approach me,
scrutinize me
then recede

A petite shooting star
falls into my hand
and slips through my fingers

I curse my inability
to hold on

(c)Arunansu Banerjee

4 comments:

  1. I love this poem Arun!


    -do they speak
    of small revolutions-in-wait,
    the insignificant uprisings
    that languish
    inside a cul-de-sac of passive sighs?

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  2. Thanks Sergio. Glad to know you have spent some time here. Smiles.

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  3. Ohh.. outstanding ..excellent.. "my inability to hold on" a line that can be read after every stanza.. beautifully done!

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  4. Thank you Ankur. Thanks for being here and for the appreciation. It means a lot to me. Smiles.

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