Thursday, May 20, 2010

White Ribbon

WHEN I wrote 'abracadabra' on your slate with a wet yellow chalk 
You frowned at me.
Then I gave you a White Ribbon -- wrinkled and soiled.
When I wrote ILU on your unruled note book with a blue pencil 
You frowned at me. 
Then I gave you a White Ribbon -- neatly folded, scented. 
On a rainy day 
In a dark dingy room 
When I uncaged a lion in me 
You frowned at me. 
Then I gave you a White Ribbon -- flowing endlessly. 
Now, here I lie, 
Ribs broken
Blood strained, 
Gasping for breath
Waiting for that freezing touch on my toes, 
I see only White Ribbons
Where have you gone ? 
Why don't you frown at me ?


mikimbizi said...

Really good, awesome idea.

Ekanthapadhikan said...

A very colourful composition, indeed. White - yellow - blue - red (blood). Simple but very vivid and intense! Kudos, friend!!!

Mariya said...

good... keep writing

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Sapna Anu B.George said...

Good to read such vibrant words, keep writing........How do you know me to be added to FB???

manasvi said...

its a crime if you don't write more.

Lenin said...

why this silence (kolaveri) after Onam?