I’ve seen all
I’ve heard all
I’ve absorbed all
Routine dawns fading into
Ruthless dusks into
Ravaging nights…
Haven’t I heard
Nights wailing like
An abandoned infant
At the street end?
Haven’t I felt
The leprous skin
Of the night—
Ugly and haunting?
Haven’t I heard
The palpitating nights
Breaking into an
Uncontrollable sweat?
Haven’t I seen
Nights showing defiance
In reluctant surrender
And cold embraces?
Haven’t I seen
Nights raise in rebellion
Against an unwilling body
And disinclined mind?
Haven’t I absorbed
Nights of callousness
Stomping me under
Hitler’s heavy boots?
I simply looked in disinterestedness
As night’s finger lifted with the pointedness
Of a cartographer to draw new lines of longitude
and latitude on the terrain of my skin-scape
I simply looked in passivity
As nights wrapped me in a blanket of suspicion
And experimented with my emotional
And bodily contours…
Haven’t I seen the ugly manifestations of
Dissatisfaction and jealous
And the elsewhere desires
Satiated through erotic zones?
This too I have seen:
Stark daylight mocking me
With its twisted lip
No longer, I said
No more, I warned
Enough, I pronounced
Of this seemingly unending
Lonesome voyage through the dark seas
And that too have I seen...
13mar2010
03.40hrs
indira babbellapati
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