I held the air tight inside my lungs
As if the air that was outside
Had already abandoned me.
As if that was the last bit
I was going to get of it.
But this air could support life
Only for a short while.
I needed fresh air, badly.
And all around me was fear.
I had no choice but to inhale it.
It didn't need space in lungs,
But mind.
Or maybe the soul.
I let it into me, bit by bit,
with every word of that voice.
I didn't breathe,
I survived on fear.
The voice seemed to melt,
But then it chose to only fade,
Gradually distancing itself from me.
(I could've done something.
I should have done something.
But I faltered.)
The air appeared to be friendly again,
And so I exhaled into it the fear.
Little did I know then,
That it was my relief.
And I had disowned it so quickly,
With such an indifference that day,
That it still denies itself to me.
(The voice took a form,
a couple of times more.
But never again did it seem to melt,
unlike mentioned afore.)
October 4, 2007
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5 comments:
sometimes u write my mind out. excpt the title. it sounds wannabe! :P
I always like these hazy poems you write. The pictures in these poems keep coming and going, are difficult to retain and put in a definite form. A lot mixes in these poems.
i am commenting very late inspite of me checking the post way back....it happens many time when i don't comment on some pieces...because they are just so perfect there is nothing left to say..infact i sometimes feel leaving a comment spoils their beauty
but..but...what made me comment was the fact that whenever i smoke a cig these days don't know why these words instantly come to my mind
Well, the most taken-for-granted thing in our lives, breathing, will surely feel different after reading this...!
too good!
Shantanu
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