Thursday, October 27, 2011

All in the Wrong Places!


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The day breaks… the day disintegrates.

Sweepers set ablaze dead leaves. Housemaids jettison bins. Chefs concoct spices. Activists oversleep.

Strategists wake up and smell the decay. Parents spray fresheners.

Saddest is in a coffee bar telling jokes.

Politest says that’s lame. He tells it like it is and you daren’t contradict. Responsible… she sits there affectless. Rudest… the seat’s empty. She’s rolling on the floor.

Day integrates and it’s night.

Mr Saddest is drinking honeyed milk. He’s quiet and is quite weary from telling jokes.

Ms Rudest is on the floor laughing her socks off.



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2 comments:

  1. wonderful play of words and idioms...all lines are beautiful and somehow feel like shards of chocolate, broken, all over the place, yet delicious! makes for fine reading..

    i visit less often and have been less active these days..the perils of indian education have heavily damped my efforts of venturing deeply in to my creative space.i randomly write when i can,usually squeezed hurriedly into time spent otherwise filling tons of sheets of processed wood pulp with assigments, journals and similar bull...

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  2. Thanks, Nishkam...

    Quite reasonably so... but, well, it's maybe we think once we get out of school/college we'd have a space of our own, more time and such and that may not be the case, not always... Anyway, I hope you get to writing more often than you are now, doing what you are to do well at the same time...

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