Saturday, November 13, 2010

Monologue

Am I talking to you?
If you understand
What I'm saying
You may be the one
I am talking to
Wherever you are
Though others may think
I am talking to myself
Because they are yet
To pass where I've passed,
If they have overheard a little
And remember what they have heard
When they arrive there
They'll know what I've said.
Those who've loved and been requited
Those who've loved and gone unloved
Those who've loved only gods and goddesses
Cry like only the betrayed can
Finding they've been abandoned
Like all others,
When they know, they wish
They had not learnt
Something as bitter as this
At the last breath.

2
When you wake up
In the strange place
The sun rises on the wrong side
The neem tree is not at the window
The wall colour is something else
The distance to the door is different.
When you were travelling
The trees, houses, places
Thoughts, images, kept coming
Closer, then receded
Then everything was swept out
As far as the skyline
And there was very little left of you.

4 comments:

P. Venugopal said...

are you on some journey, Prabhakar?
i think i understand you deep. you are speaking to me.

Prabhakar said...

It is when you travel that the relationship between yourself and the world around you changes every moment. after some time the mind is swept clean and looking at the vast open spaces there is a sense of freedom,

P. Venugopal said...

sense of freedom, Prabhakar. it is also the knowing of your immortality. this is gem of a poem.

Prabhakar said...

Thanks Venu. This is the experience we have been trying to communicate in our long discussion on immortality.