Library
A Trailer
A Trailer
The walls barred, walls which
Created differences. But no choice.
The light showed it's luster from a mile away
Was hidden behind this big piece of the chunk.
Wires flowed in ethnicity with the sky.
Trees glanced this boundary from an island
Of the parallel universe.
Grass peeped in and asked the ant on top of it,
To topple with a warning of not eating it away.
Music of mosquitoes glittered in the ear of a cow
Who waited for the grass to give her a chance.
A chance of grabbing it away, away in her mouth.
To chew it with glee and satisfy her anger
Sitting on the other chunk of grass.
Evenings only wondered the dead branches
On which hung the wires and transformers
And Dynamo.
Night followed with utmost darkness and waiting
For the light which was stuck far away behind
The Great Wall of bricks and wood and concrete.
Rivers admired the pity of all the creatures
Standing beside it.
But secretly she laughed with the joy of
At least saving herself from the dirt, sewage and the misuse.
Certainly, she did. Because she was no more.
It was all dull, dry and deserted.
The mosquitoes were singing in joy
Of not experiencing the curse. Of death.
Too early. Too often.
Because they weren't sucking blood.
Instead, they sucked the juices off
Decayed ribs of young men who lived in
Hunger but finished eating each other
peacefully.
Too obsessed. Too selfish.
But in ecstasy.
The chairs of an empty room
Was dancing with exuberance in memories
Of those who were once fighting for it.
Now, she stood alone on those four legs,
On which seated there a whole
New compound other than
Oxygen and carbon dioxide.
Air was thundering the flames of
Energy, the energy of cosmos.
It whirled all around the land, taking
Glimpses of burnt ashes and flickering
All around the place in that little ones
The mind of a puppy who was earlier afraid of
These firecrackers.
Now he was making merry.
Too late. But too early.
Because there was nobody to be
No more in this Paradoxical world.
