waiting:A tale
Waiting: a tale
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Rain is a stranger here.
A few drops, desultory
and lost fall to be soaked by
arid earth. Mottles of dust
rise. A mirage of a winged
angel sitting on the rails
quiver. Forsaken rails to
no station. That means they are
mobile forever. They change
existences, characters,
destinations, passengers.
The angel always sits in
a wait for screaming and shouting
children to come for a game
of rails and trains. Their own
timetables have stopped to become
unchanged, unbothered, dead
eternally. Barred from being
adult ever. They will be
flocking in any time soon
The mirage of an angel waits.
Somebody has to wait for
them who have become nobodies.
Ask an angel, she knows what
it is like. Time has made angels
nobodies too.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Rain is a stranger here.
A few drops, desultory
and lost fall to be soaked by
arid earth. Mottles of dust
rise. A mirage of a winged
angel sitting on the rails
quiver. Forsaken rails to
no station. That means they are
mobile forever. They change
existences, characters,
destinations, passengers.
The angel always sits in
a wait for screaming and shouting
children to come for a game
of rails and trains. Their own
timetables have stopped to become
unchanged, unbothered, dead
eternally. Barred from being
adult ever. They will be
flocking in any time soon
The mirage of an angel waits.
Somebody has to wait for
them who have become nobodies.
Ask an angel, she knows what
it is like. Time has made angels
nobodies too.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar