Sunday, March 12, 2006

Shapes on the wall

Grey colours from the walls creep into my thoughts...
Like blended emotions, restless for attention...
Shapes forming unseen faces on the silent wall...
Loud noises reverberating through my head...
Echoes from the past - Voices of tomorrow...
I find a house, a place, a road to follow -
- On the wall; I find friends smiling silently...
Some faces looking like two; Some just one,
Some sitting silently; Some want to run -
- Away; Far far away into the dawns of yesterday...
I see some toys - gloves, a bat and a ball to play...
Scribbled letters in chalk by the little kids...
I remember when I used to do the same...
Little pencils in my hand - it was a game -
- Life was; Screaming, shouting, laughing...
Sleeping in the winter, waking to spring...
Hugs from my mother, love from family...
I see the little face that once used to be me...
Looking at me with disdain, disgust and fear...
I see her too with smiles, her hair flowing by...
I remember that look when she said good bye...
Tears streaking down her face, streams of life -
- Or of the lifeless times to come? Silence...
Yes... I find silence on the wall too...
Staring back at me with loud quiet stares...
Some chipped paint forming a flight of stairs...
Like the one at school, where we used to sit...
Talking of the world, maths, girls, everything...
Smirking when the English teacher asked me to sing...
The end of day and we rushed out of the class...
I see the road that I took for home... Serenity...
Yes... I see serenity too on the wall...
Tricking the mess of life, challenging it...
And I notice some more forms... I try to decrypt...
Blurred... It is too blurred to understand...
It looks like a... Face... No.. no.. Its a hand...
I am trying to focus, to see the shape clear...
Smash!! You open the door... The paint falls...
I was looking at that corner.... Was finding life...

-Anubhav

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