Monday, November 15, 2010

Power

Like the child which goes to bed
With his new shoes on
I turned in for the night
With the day still switched on
All the suns I had seen
Kept rising and setting in my head
Seas I had never seen
Swelled and crashed on my shores
Colours like in a saree shop
Swirled like smoke before me
The hundreds of trees
I had swished by
Marched as if in a rally
The red soil stretching to the skyline
Looked hungry for more blood
Goats bleating yes, yes and yes
Stepped off the road
As our motorcade passed,
I slept with my shoes on
Smiling at the heads nodding.

2 comments:

P. Venugopal said...

swirling images!!! after a long journey by three or four buses from Chennai to Calicut once, lying tired and sleepless in a hotel room, i have experienced something similar.

Prabhakar said...

Exactly. this was after a tiring journey.