Saturday, 22 April 2023

The feast and after

 


The spiral of tobacco fumes

Like a constellation in sky

A halo toppled over his head

While the man on the table

Casually polished tonight

Blind to the choice placed

Continues to order repeatedly

To fill his diminished sight

Amidst the flicker of mind

The emptiness of overflowing spread

His plate is still clean but empty

A replica of full moon tonight

While distant eyes from behind hedges

Await spots on  this prolonged shine.

He impatiently awaits a response

Of an unsent text that is not typed

Still scribbled within his turbulence

It erupts every short anxious  while

Then he flashes on his giant screen

The smaller forbidden fonts

The impatient weight of emptiness

And the zig zag patterns of privacy

Intertwine to knit this deadlock

That swells from margins

To inundate the very protagonist.

Now he gives up

For there is no response

To something not expressed

Out of fear of non response

The vicious spiral reverberates

Amidst dead silence of speech

And profound din within .

The unearned tip he leaves behind

Weaves a memorable evening

For one who laid the table

The debris of an evening he bequeaths

Is devoured behind the hedges

With gratitude for a spotless moon

It is a feast tonight for many souls

Who thank that someone turned up

For hours on a table with an intent

But had nothing to eat and much to do.

 

Delhi

19.37 hrs

22.4.23

2061

 

 

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