Look, the wave is coming !
Ideas,images and cultural expressions |
nisheedhi's posterous |
They lived outside the pale of my existence
Just a few images that touched the fringe
“Hello image” :Mersault addressed Marthe
Just like only one of her other lovers did.
The woman here was a mere image
The way her eyes flashed at her husband
As she changed the nappies of the child.
The child swung in the cloth-cradle, gently,
Like a weaver bird swings in the fibrous nest.
He cried , he gurgled ,he knocked about
A mere image in another image’s existence.
Mersault knew Marthe was a mere image
Flesh-and-blood Marthe did not know this.
This woman did not know she was an image.
Only I knew she was an image ,like Marthe.
The coconuts with their weathered fronds
Many times obtrude on your consciousness
They stand resolute but gently shaking
Alongside the abandoned lighthouse
While the sea is unmoved and smiling
Where it reaches out to the far sky
A pretty puffing steamer soon pops up
As if it is part of the unhuman sea
Like the hordes of the feverishly flying
Dragonflies on the fringe of the sea
This red-tiled hotel canopy structure
Makes a last-ditch vainglorious attempt
To merge seamlessly into the sea-scape
A tiny wicket gate with rusty hinges
Opens out into the sea's expanse at dawn
The red-and-white lighthouse is now a ghost
Which has lost its licking orange flames
You may stand on its top and wave your scarf
Command the ghost ships to rise instantly
I know you come here thrice in the year
To rejoin the broken splinters of your self.
My interests are poetry writing and photography
