Monday, 10 August 2009

she

she keeps this me
of drifting non-attachment
anchored.

this morning she made me
scrape the bird droppings from the window sill,
dust the cobwebs
and wash my cloths,

grabbing me by the scruff
out of the precipitous depths of a poem
about two butterflies
falling in and out,
in and out,
with one another.

*****

6 comments:

extremity said...

i liked the image of two butterflies..falling in and out..in and out..

P. Venugopal said...

have you watched them fluttering together. in and out, in and out, they go.

bluebird said...

another visual comes to my mind, one i saw in Discovery: Two albatrosses flying in concert high above the ocean, wing tips merely an inch apart, never falling out of step even during complicated moves. The dance goes on.

extremity said...

yea..i have watched..among the little plants with flowers..its such a beautiful image..

Balachandran V said...

Dragonfly rather than butterfly - remember? Thumbiyekondu kalleduppikunna kuttikale? You are the dragonfly who is made to carry the pebbles of reality... :)

P. Venugopal said...

just a funny piece, friends. nothing deep in it except the "butterflies falling in and out," which i borrowed from a real poem i came across that day. we too fall in and out, in and out, journeying together through life, don't we?