The plastic curtain

Between us falls this plastic curtain
with tiny floral prints and glistening droplets
I see your lips moving through the interlay.
there is work, overdue debts,
deja vu
there, on the riverbed, a thought came-
no words ,only an electrical presence.
nothing much has happened ,then and now
will you repay my fifty rupees to the barber
for the hair which once was, flowing in the river
to the oceans ,its sound muffled by the waves.
I only appear in dreams on restless pillows.
On the other side are flowers etched in plastic
they don't perfume beyond the riverbed.


Comments:
 
nisheedhi   nisheedhi wrote
on 12/30/2008 7:04:59 PM
Thanks,Penname

penname   penname wrote
on 12/30/2008 7:00:27 PM
i love the concept in this poem. great writing Nisheedhi! i like your style.

nisheedhi
Poetry
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Poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience.
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