....The Last Odyssey
Tiny feet marching towards the swings,
Little hands holding the wooden slab,
Birds sitting atop trees fluttering wings,
Old men walking by enjoying gab.
Pleated skirt, pink top, flying hair,
Plain shirt, beige drawers, pushing harder,
Legs high up in the air,
Going higher and higher and higher.
She suddenly one with the clouds,
Soon almost touching terra firma,
Singing songs celebrating life, aloud,
Willing the music to just go on, ooh la la.
He shoved the wooden block hard,
She soared upwards leaving the city below in a flood,
Steel chain unhinging from a U-hook, coming down THUD,
Pleated skirt, pink top, wild hair all lying in a mangle of blood.
He mooted to the ground too moved to speak,
There really were no more tears left to cry,
No more mates left to tweak,
And he wished that he like his mate could just die.
Little hands holding the wooden slab,
Birds sitting atop trees fluttering wings,
Old men walking by enjoying gab.
Pleated skirt, pink top, flying hair,
Plain shirt, beige drawers, pushing harder,
Legs high up in the air,
Going higher and higher and higher.
She suddenly one with the clouds,
Soon almost touching terra firma,
Singing songs celebrating life, aloud,
Willing the music to just go on, ooh la la.
He shoved the wooden block hard,
She soared upwards leaving the city below in a flood,
Steel chain unhinging from a U-hook, coming down THUD,
Pleated skirt, pink top, wild hair all lying in a mangle of blood.
He mooted to the ground too moved to speak,
There really were no more tears left to cry,
No more mates left to tweak,
And he wished that he like his mate could just die.
posted by OtherHalf at 1:23 PM
7 Comments:
Hmm tragic end.
But the first two paras reminded me of the march past in Birla Vidya Mandir which used to wake us, The Old Bhawanites, too early for our comfort :)
Nice verse :)
Aaaah... I almost really screamed, cudn't life be less gory!?
I was so happy in teh first 2 paras...
Gif
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What could possibly make you write such a gory poem???!!
I can see that this poem evokes so much of mixed feelings, so much happiness and a pleasant picture of life contrasted by a sudden full stop.
Somehow i had this image of a girl high up in the air and come flying down and so it remained. The intention was not to make life as such appear gory and least of all in my current state of blissful existence ;)
@@ Kumari,
Even we who were in the new blocks wree subjected to incessant noise, music they insisted from the Birla Vidhya Mandir. In fact it served as those rare alarm clocks, for an otherwise impossibly difficult waking up sessions as Gif might readily agree ;)
@@ Arun,
Thanks for the complement!
You got the import of the poem. The stark beauty contrasted by the gory death kind of captures the surrealism as you have rightly mentioned.
--Suzy
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