Saturday, March 20, 2010

murmur.osi

' laundry '

i have often seen them
dangling from the clotheslines
something worn or worn out
a woman's flimsy gown
voicing an unknown longing
those blue collared denims
articulating toil
a toddler's nappies
shouting unrestrained joy
old faded pyjamas
rumbling of arthritis ,
that wild floral t shirt
oscillates adolescence ,
while the wind goes along
each pocket and hollow ,
through the pillow covers ,
reliquaries of truth ,
or blueprints of aches
and ecstatic moanings
made of ordinariness
murmured to oneself
and vaporized in thin air ..

original / z.g.

[Ed: Line 13 - oscillating adolescence
Line 14 - the wind does go along ]

6 comments:

  1. That was pretty awesome:) Every line seemed real..

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  2. many thanks ..

    (aayushi : khoob khoob aabhar / i am a bongo who can speak a wee bit of gujarati )

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  3. zoya--
    such vividness and wildness--
    thank you!!

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  4. A great poem full of images that ring so true to life.

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  5. Vivid, wild, true, and wonderful!

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  6. very deep and wonderfully said. It is so very true. Will hear more of it.

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..namastey!~