Being 1 - Poem by Prathibha Nandakumar
Contemplating on the drawing board
deconstructing stresses and forms,
pursue the ever-slipping six packs,
run away from seeking souls and grouping hands
Its the time of redefining a square or demystifying
a rectangle, but of course not for directing a sun's course.
Light should come from designated gaps.
The inside out features and the outer median rejects
constructions of other kinds. Cool colors take over.
Warm feels fill the space. Void is no empty air but
a distance not covered by the waiting footsteps.
Descending or ascending stairways lead to the
same destination. You never know what reactions
your action can trigger. Sealed lips inflate.
Waiting is only a picture bought at auction, framed and
hung over the threshold. Pain is a friend, who picks up a fight
on solitary nights, merging the many different shades
into one big splash. Kissing away his wounds
I said build me a castle.
He put me in a plaster cast.
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