the escapist

Posted on | August 17, 2009 | Comments Off

blue shadows surround this world,
enveloping it in a cocoon,a small,cozy blanket,
alternately cold and warm-
as if it cannot make up its mind,
life,trundles on,on wheels of autorickshaws,
packed in suitcases,and wrapped
in gaudy stickers,and malfunctioning
remotes,repeating random channels on unfound screens,
white noise-from dark recesses-
life,blown into bubbles with pink bubblegum.

freedom,skydiving from a three story building,
hair blowing in the wind of a too short flight,
suffocating,like mother’s love,or distant
like the bright spark in the father’s eyes,
on the arrival home,lugging a heavy pack,
for twenty four hours,and an eon,
the prodigal,returned with wrappers intact,
on the sooty breath of diesel locomotives,
with a chain of keys,but no locks.

running away,on morning jogs in empty parks,
pounding feet throbbing like anger,
agonizing,aching to go,tired-
of transplantation,and soft suitcases,
laptop bags,with the grimy dust of frequent flier miles,
and the living of a dream,at 5am,after a two hour sleep,
pounding head hitting the asphalt,
keys,keys-running around toyparks,
and sweat in the eyes,and musty smell of freedom,
sickening,tired breath escaping through locks,
humid,stench of freedom,like a prostitute’s chamber,
interrupted at 5am-
even rainbows only lead to other ones.

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