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the wind

Posted on | September 28, 2008 | 1 Comment

last night,i left the windows open.
and,i think,the wind came in here,
when i woke up in the morning,
the pages of the old books were scattered,
the dust blown off their covers,
and the old,forgotten words stand proud,
majestic in their desolation…

i think the wind came here last night,
the windows were open,
and even the cobwebs are scattered,
jolted out of their arranged orderliness,
their lines losing well defined patterns,
are flowing and merging into one another,
like the lines on my palm…

the wind comes in,
everytime i leave a window open,
disorganizing my life,
pulling clothes from hangers,
bringing in dust from outside,
and old,dried,yellow leaves,
opening old books best left alone,
pushing photographs that i dont even look at-
off my table,so their glass gets broken…

i dont like the wind,
everytime i turn to face it,
it brings tears in my eyes.

P.S. the poem owes a lot to Gulzar’s “kisi mausam ka jhonka tha” from the movie Raincoat.if you have not seen the movie,my advise is go see it.despite its flaws the movie is a brilliant one. i know the ending of this poem is lame.i will try to do something about it.

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One Response to “the wind”

  1. varali
    October 3rd, 2008 @ 8:21 am

    Nice! And I don’t mind the ending at all.

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