I
Some creaking chairs
Hazing behind a wispy screen
And a wispier whispery lounge of waspy eagers
An inward blaring microphone
Audible only if pleaded at knees
The mike knows
It can give voice to wasps
The mike is haughty
The creaking shuffling chairs
Now glowing with
Owners of hesitant hushed humdrums
The mike now smirks
II
A few verses; few remembrances amidst a lost crowd
Shuffling through precious paper petals
Searching egress
Swing down, waltzing gravity
A silvery sliver of sultry locks
Rain down and retrieve the verses
Embracing ground
Silvery sound
A few dewy coughs
And hazel hushes behind
The verses are lipped out
III
Epiphanies reign
It is smooth sailing thereafter!
3 comments:
I loved it!!I was there at last year's Srijan festival.Do chk out my blog as well.I'd love 2 have ur comments on my poems.
Deeptesh
interesting way of putting familiar things in verse... i like the somewhat sarcastic tone of the first section... mikes act haughty for sure when they're in demand :P
Torsa
Gracias... :)
well, sarcastic, nearly, but in an amiable sort of way...
glad you liked it!
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