Thursday, September 6, 2012

Horizontal sick eyes

Sick eyes lie horizontal
Looking through a crack
In the almost shut door
There's a wind somewhere blowing,
Strong gusts of hope,
Somewhere perhaps..

Suddenly the door closes,
With a sudden finality-
Obliging as if perhaps,
Half closed lids with final blissful darkness-

The room is full of sighs, staleness
And a sudden sense of uselessness-
Like a toothbrush,
Gone hard and defunct.

Somewhere a Bamboo,
Rustles up another-
Music in every caress.

A flicker, seems to flicker..
In some distant eyes, once closed-
A rustle of caressing wind,
Wriggles through the creak
In the door somewhere-

Happy sleep alights
On eyes,
Where life had once shone so bright.

-© 2010 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury


indu chhibber said...

A sad end to touching thoughts.

jaish_vats said...

Very touching Maitreyee. I dont follow poetry much but there are a few that really touch a cord and this is one!

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

Or a beginning maybe Indu? Thanks for reading though. Jaish thank you :)

Ashwini C N said...

Yes, As mentioned. Why not another beginning? Only when some things come to an end can some other things be born.

Nicely written.:-)