Wednesday, January 14, 2015

flip

Unfurled and gliding;
Like a waving flag 
Torn free from its pole.
He just hovered for a while 
till he caught an airstream.
Riding high, 
riding low;
Rode the currents 
like a ray in the ocean.
Melded amongst 
the circling Kites, 
in perfect symmetry;
     
He saved his verve 
to soar in one go.
Slipped stealthily, 
And detached from the coiling tornado.
Making rectangular shaped slots
In gigantic, unsuspecting clouds; 
He winged and slid 
through the slit of the horizon.
Making way out of this earth 
He wished to leap in outright elation; 
But, he lay suspended in space, in doldrums.
The Magic Carpet was now under a vertiginous hex; 

That instant, a pair of soiled boots
Marched and halted on his face; 
Stomped, dusted;
Waking him up 
From his routine pipe dream;
Ruffled, for not more than a minute;
He resumed, slipped back to slumber.
Awoke swooping down, 
And took off over
a floor of dandelions.
Dream after dream 
The Foot Rug chose to live, unperturbed by reality.

1 comment:

tanimaraghu said...

Loved you poem. Totally inspired by it. I would really appreciate if you could write something about current India's situation unemployment and slow economic growth.