31 january 2013
TRAPPED LIGHT
A proxy life
I was fighting in the hourglass
to open the pathways of a grain
for a bloody birth of an idea.
Was time faithful to us
when we were drifting apart?
A prowling big cat had again attacked in dark
and broken the necks of lambs.
Now miracles are flying
and you want to get the solid gold
hidden in a borewell, the colour
of a sunset and a yellow wager.
Today I will forget the grief
of generations, dispossessed of death and myths.
You have not lifted the pugmarks
unburdening my truth.
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