Friday, September 25, 2009

a night, a drive and death

dark wind
sings as it dances
rooted in the sand
the lonely tree joins
shrubs whirl past
moving in reverse
limbs split to strands
by cold cutting wind
death licks the bugs
off the windscreen for starters
its breath frosting the glass
cutting off the road
reason panics
trapped inside
opens the window
takes flight
laughter shakes the car
upside down
the main course served
with warm sticky sauce
full, death explodes
embedding bits and pieces
deep inside the rest there
and a few away elsewhere


moochhi said...

very visual as always, good one. 'reason panics trapped inside opens window takes flight'. lovely cadence.

Savitha said...

what do i say ? pain strikes again as i read this..ironical, that i have to say this poem is one of your best..

Nirmala said...

amazing how you can think like this!

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

beautiful, glad to get something from you after a long time :-)