I jump from the highest mountain
And land softly like a cat
Then run off to take a bath
In the Dead Sea.
I take part in a boat race
All alone, holding a piece of paper as a sail
And after winning
I reach the torture chamber to collect my prize.
I come out missing an arm and a leg
The price of winning
But the butcher said he would fix me up
And so did the seamstress.
I am thirsty.
I take some grapes
And taste the instant 1000 year old wine.
It is ordinary.
I feel like smoking
And exhale half the world out
It is lonely now.
I try to drown myself
To escape the sound
But the half torn movie ticket
Holds me back for the sequel.
I try to crawl
But the ground is too slippery
I can't fly.
My wings are not licensed.
I will be late.
I am a sacrificial victim for an hour
I will be back
Once I resurrect.
Very beautifully written
ReplyDeleteThanks Suraj!
DeleteCrazy longings, indeed, and yet the most sane!
ReplyDeleteThis is really one of the best of your poems that I have read till today. Great work!
ReplyDeleteI am a sacrificial victim for an hour
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line.... nicely done!
Thanks Sahiba!
ReplyDeleteHardly crazy... I suppose it is a glimpse of life itself!
ReplyDeleteaah..this is life..beautiful composition
ReplyDeleteThanks Jeena and Aparna!
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