I am blind!
One warm evening in the garb of a cold
pestering windy chilly late afternoon
knocked at my door consistently
I looked up to see some forgotten tales
being pushed in through the cat hole
flap of the hole fell back with a thud
I saw them crawling towards my feet like my cat
slowly proudly eyes shining with tail wagging
they sat on my feet all curled up
I dare not move a single inch
lest they get disturbed and scatter like fallen leaves
as minutes tick away one by one
with every tick tock of my clock
they turn thicker as more memories are embedded
my cold feet get warmer
their soft fur touches me to the core of my heart
keeping this warmth close to me
with my aching back and crackling fingers
I looked down in their green sparkling eyes
they stared in mine
we knew this was the moment we were waiting for
with my arms outstretched, I picked them up like a baby
held close to my bosom
they were warm and soft like my own
very own tears falling down my cheeks all this while
I closed my eyes and made them captive
from that day they are here in my eyes
I dare not open them for fear of losing them
and world knows me as another blind one!
Superb!! Prit you poem makes us blind, m speechless…….
..Great once again Dearie Pritts…you won’t cease to daze with your visualisation and sensibilities…its like listening some one say ‘let me take you down ‘coz I am going to strawberry fields, nothing is real…strawberry fields forever ‘…remember that Beatles.
…that interface with all that has been ls for sure akin to a hypnotic trance …where the moment you stop being sure about yourself the impact gets over and this is the belief in the purity of our experiences that force us to cling to all this like a blind man walking with his walking stick…
…you description have started sending tremor down across the whole of spine…lovely…and Great Wishes for your next post …Dear Pritts
wow! that is quite a review!!!!! Prateek!
thanks Rajesh!
Running short of adjectives Prit…Beautiful
thanks Majid.. for reading and liking my blindness!
well… yes we are blind…beautiful……..
thanks Anish.. indeed we are!
…Gud Morning dear Pritts… I would also like to make a mention of this usage ‘…I dare not move a single inch lest they get disturbed and scatter like fallen leaves’…this foretells the intensity of experiences involved and the sojourn through that which no one would wish to forestall … !!!
…tht has been really innovative … 🙂