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
Image courtesy http://ppaintinga.com/big-eye-paintings/
3 comments:
A sad end to touching thoughts.
Very touching Maitreyee. I dont follow poetry much but there are a few that really touch a cord and this is one!
Or a beginning maybe Indu? Thanks for reading though. Jaish thank you :)
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