There are many bridges in this place <br />the one I see I shall have to cross, <br />what if long, <br />arduous and pebble-some, <br />winds into fogging shore <br />like a treacherous column? <br /> <br />uncertainty is a sloth intruder, <br />plucks my guts <br />like strings of guttural lyre <br />out of tune with itself, <br /> <br />I knock with knuckles <br />the whale of it’s span to be certain, <br />it speaks the voice of hollow, <br />though feeds my fingers <br />with freeze-slaps of green water <br />whose murmur’s melody in the ear, <br /> <br />many images travel <br />like a band in passing, <br />- sting of a clove <br />- clanking food bowl, <br />- smoke from a bazooka gun, <br />- mosquito bites in the woods <br />- piling noise when my homestead <br /> was built amidst rubbles; <br />abiding, far abiding <br />is the bloom of her face <br />in the valley of apparitions: <br /> <br />I speak my mind, <br />'you are no longer a virgin <br />my princess, <br />for in my dreams <br />there's no law that governs <br />men of fetters’ <br />though I run <br /> <br />a fugitive is in every head, <br />unharnessed gallops <br />in which links <br />from one world to another <br />are drugged deliberation, <br /> <br />Silence! Indian pond-heron <br />roosts on the truss <br />like a flash, <br />a way of telling me the bridge is safe <br />so long I have wings <br />white and blind. <br /> <br /> <br />Saranyan BV © December 2011 <br />Mumbai<br /><br />saranyan bee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossing-bridges-2/
