Saturday, January 29, 2011

in situ

seeing the clock
through the ripples
in my water bottle
i feel exhausted

reflection of the bulb
in the paint
is indeed
my feelings in prison

my soul scratches my skin
that lies just above
a membrane untouchable
however i may try

the scratches; the scars
are there yet not
but the pain is there
i'm feeling it; bearing it

i run in circles
looking at the time
at water, at bulbs
and i run in circles again

i wish it would stop; i pray
it fiddles with my mind
it bursts through my veins
and i cannot cry; cannot scream

if only a tonic was there
to melt the shallow membrane
of hostile acrylic or dense air
and let me free; let me cry.


Jenny Enochsson said...

Rajat, a rhythmic pulse running through each line here. The feeling reminds me of the tension built up before a heavy downpour. Powerful.

ecstatic shimmeR said...

thanks for dropping by Jenny! i have been on and off with writing for the recent past but i'm glad to know that there still are people who will read what i write.

Deepika said...

Its been long time since i read something here. Good to see you back. I agree with jenny.. Its a powerful piece.. Some frustrations, some inabilities, some wishes unfulfilled.. It says it all. Under the veil.. Its yet visible.
Take care.

ecstatic shimmeR said...

Thanks Deepika.
Yes, there are many disabilities associated at times. one feels weak when little things in life are painful and we are unable to change them, even a little.