Collisions

Why do we meet such people?

Like two similar fishes

Colliding in an upsurging wave

Being sported by an unknown hand

Out in the air      

Amused

Wriggled!

Vicious smiles-

Laughter - wonder-

Words slipping - stretching themselves

Slithering out of our mouths

Words rolled and sparkled

Ablazing the air around us.

All too much for us

To take in together.

And in the end

Only to dive backwards

To swim their own ways!

                  

I use to draw blood dripping bird wings

Broken glass pieces

And barren trees when I was small.

What did you draw when you were small?

Did you have myriad hues?

Vibrant and variegated?

Do you have silence?

Do you have sorrow?

Don’t play hide and seek

The moments you are in hiding

Would be the longest one to me

Don’t make me seek

Because

I am oblivion to

Faces hidden by intentions.

I know

You are out somewhere!

Wistful and waiting

Clenching fists-

Spitting thirst

For an abiding collision

For know not why!

The Tale of a “The Latter in the Either-Or”

“You wish to say something?”

“No nothing at all…”

Her planned words

The charm of her quiescence

What a blushing comfort on him!

And how artfully she crafted a latent heart

Conspiring with head before each exchange!

But                                               

Words rumbled within her

Throbbing and chiding-

Her hibernating longings.

And her incessant premonition

That the hushed fluttering of her veiled wings

Would reach his ears

Betraying her smiles and silences

Betraying her mask

Slowly welded and welded by

 -Umpteen silences-

Suspending her wings

In vein exertions of a sudden flight.

                 

Her flights- utterly instinctual-

It echo ‘commas’ and ‘questions marks’

Commas- question marks-

Abhorred by him

(‘Brackets’ vexed him more)

Instead

‘Full stops’ and ‘exclamations’ pleased him!

How earnestly she grasped all his likes-dislikes

And at times when her repression overflowed

Gave him the warm shock of her enigma.

Can’t ever entreat him to fly with her.

Out of question!

Only two choices left

Either

Fly single

Or

Walk double!

Wouldn’t dare to do the former

Being certain

Only of vacuum and desolation

When she folds back her wings.

Couldn’t afford for a neither nor too

That would be dreadful!

So she picked the latter in the “either- or”!

The “either –or” mocked her so often

That she had to defend her choice

Picked choices should never show off its distortions

Distortions should be concealed

By any self argumentation.

So she found a meek solution

For the rumbling moaning words within her

Throbbing and chiding

Her hibernating longings.

Words in print!

Words in print are mute

Fictionalize it!

Double mute to him

The commas, question marks, brackets

All hardly visible to him!

And fly in “the viewless wings of poesy”!

Prose rebuilt poetry:P