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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The Snowman


The dusk descends
And the snowfall begins
All night; through the night
Non-stop

Another dusk:
It is cold; very cold
And the snow
Is still falling

I can hear the moan
Of the wind, preparing
To snow all through
To snow all time

The cold is unbearable
But still the he stands
All alone, under the dim lit
And the frozen sky

A shrill cry
A tearful sigh
My eyes crack
To see him alone

Made of fleece with
Charcoal eyes
Embedded Deep inside
The unfathomable
Snow!

He wishes no more
He grants no more
Nor a drop rolls down
His cheeks; Ah! No more

I don’t think he laments
Over the cold
Or rather he is content
Disowning all desires

Of being in a cozy
Closed room; with fireplace
And enough warmth
To force him

To repudiate himself
Until he melts
And loses the self
Inside the prevaricating room

To be in the warmth that robs him
Of self and being
Turns him to a mere human
As tears of virgin rain trickle; He will melt

Made of frozen water
He wishes not to flip
The state; and to endure
The flogging cold .

What a wish less substance
What a content state of being
Such authority; such warmth
And no, yes no fear !
Every night you beckon,
Me to be free like you!
Of all the qualms,
That dwell inside.
Of the open and the cold!
Of the night and the wind !
Of the moans and the groans!
Of life and death!

5 comments:

Nave said...


I can hear the moan of wind..
... ...
To be in the warmth that robs him
Of self and being
Turns him to a mere human
As tears of virgin rain trickle; He will melt


Phantasmagorically beautiful !!! loved it !

Winnie the poohi said...

But he doesnt feel anything too..

Usha Pisharody said...

What a wish less substance
What a content state of being
Such authority; such warmth
And no, yes no fear

The state of not being yet being..
Beautifully descriptive and evocative.

And thank you so very much for the lovely way you kept coming over to the blogs, and having left ur notes. Indebted.

Painting the Savanna... said...

thanku nave, meena and usha ji for the love and downpours....im indebted too

deepak said...

Its really touchy.......
specially this four line :

To repudiate himself
Until he melts
And loses the self
Inside the prevaricating room

To be in the warmth that robs him
Of self and being
Turns him to a mere human
As tears of virgin rain trickle; He will melt