a close call!
I am calling from the past
said that voice and shook me
shaken my roots
pulled those out and shredded the earth off
roots of sweet memories
juicy and red as turnips
tasted of beet roots
sweet.. very sweet on the onset
bitter as I chew longer
I know this will stay
this sweet bitter taste
for the rest of my life
whenever these roots moved
whenever they are shaken
every time skies shower rain or hail
every time I plough to grow more
each time I pour some saline water
each moment a new red green leave sprouts up
I know there are more roots
deep inside.. taking shape.. holding on to soil
these will grow longer, stronger with every new leaf
past will become larger than my own life
and one fine day
it will arrive garbed in robes stolen from future
transcending through the times
and shall begin to march with me
every step in tandem with mine!
‘…sweet very sweet on the onset and bitter as I chew longer I know this will stay this sweet bitter taste for the rest of my life’…sweet bitter taste is seemingly all together a new idiom of sorts…that is definitely true that if we wish to observe there’s always an interface between all those moments that we have had … that sweet bitter taste lingers on…and this tends to be that one occasion where even the bitter gets sweet … bitter for we would not have anything that intense caused that has already over but still sweet ’cause v atleast had an opportunity to experience that…
…great to see you work upon the poetry even…get that spirit ticking…that is motivating even for others…thanks for posting Dear Pritts 🙂
thanks a lot.. Prateek!