UsA Poem by Ishan SadwelkarYours
was a miscalculation A
defiant strategy To
customize death A
normal suicide In
the streets of my wintered town I
find many of your rivals Straying
sentences onto shopkeepers Using
intellect for bargain Yours
was a method A realization A
scribble which looked different On
every different wall What
others frame as poetry Is
what we searched deeply Not
only in bookshops But
also in sewers In
butcher’s eyes In
the garbage of law makers In
the peeling promises of calendars And
more often than not In
the shadows of blank pages Words
were our only excuses To
knock at the wrong doors At
the time of the night when it’s already another day But it’s
still night Ours
was an experiment Better
failed than never Nevertheless A
strong statement For
people such as us We
used to be writers And
classified individuals Only
till the time Our
fingers turned mute And
our pens were our only organs To
escape from one brain to another It is
now that I understand Yours
was a poem And
mine was a cluster Of
half felt meanings and verbs Like reeds
touching water Neither
blind nor deaf But
just about there © 2010 Ishan SadwelkarReviews
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