An alien
a maze of thick vibrating wires
stretched over pyramids of glistening bright
steel giants
running along with leaps and bounds
every step as long as one mile
forest green bounded by human effort
watered with sweat give out blooms
of every colour shape and design
attract me, call my name and I have to abide
I walk down the clouds of restlessness
and zoom in to see more
I see one vibrant enchantress
wearing a skirt over her skinny legs
I see one mischievous magician
with moustache spun like one big spoon
I see minions running around
establishing nothingness with glee
I see hens carrying shining steel tiff-ins
emptied but now heavier on their drooping shoulders
I see electric sharp walks
as the feet run to reach homes
I see blushing faces peeping pink from veils
I see bridegrooms walking one step behind
taking stock of moments that might come or may not
I know the fires have to be ignited again from cold coals
moons will be rolled out in all corners of the land tonight
like every other night
I know little kites will once again soar higher tonight
once again wind will blow
lovers will never forget to wait for their time
sweet fragrance will linger till the first ray of light
I am walking around checking all with my index finger
and I know I will never go wrong
since I have been landing here all the time
though they all claim to not to know me
for they know I have trespassed these shores
I have come from a planet not from my galaxy
for they know certainly that I am an alien!
Wadaaaaaaaaaiiiiiaaaaaaan…..ji……Wadaaaaaaaiiiiiaaaaaan….
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thank you ji.. very very much for inaugurating it..
Very nice one, Prit 🙂
thanks Rajesh.
WELL COME IN THIS ” DUNIYAA “……GOOD LUCK.
thank you very much, Rajesh ji.
… thts really closing in into a personal space of sensitive interface wth the impersonal world around … from tht peripheral viewing sitting otside d arena where all d drama is taking place …but not xactly an outsiders perception but actually indexing wth ur sensibilities to gauge d depth of the emotiveness in tht seemingly impersonal space … n d enchantress, restiveness n all pervading nothingness appear so wonderful n so familiar … all d bst Dear Pritts… nice one …!
Prateek, you understood it more than me, dear. thanks for your wonderful words.
…as usual…this is my pleasure to read a sensitive and sensible…and so ordained poet … 🙂
I feel honored by your words..Prateek!