Attic eyes

A poetry on a crippled boy confined in an attic and becoming the seeing eyes of a village.

Attic eyes

A pensive eagle flies

in the ethereal space.

The encyclopedia salesman

crawls down the road

with his paralyzed cheery face.

A note of distant bell

is taking the shape

of a girl’s tress.

 

These are the scenes

he has seen, he knows.

 

Yes, this attic knows them all.

This attic sees them all.

 

His boyish eyes have seen

the golden brown leaves flying

before they fall beneath

upon a road.

The lonesome kite

is losing a fight

with the reverse wind.

The once pink house

at the other side of the road

and spinster

who lives there forever

with a cynic thirst.

 

The boy at the attic

of course knows them close,

like the creaky floor

where he lives,

like the pair of crutches

by the bed.  © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

Reviews

[alternative_be]

Attic eyes, a wonderful concept.
I will surely think of the boy the next time I go up in the attic of my house.
Furthermore it reminds me of all the people that are housebound for some reason or other and we never get to meet when we go out in the street.
When we come home, we watch television, to many people we are their television and outlook on the world.
You always make people think and your images are as brilliant as ever.

[HamonoAkira]

I don't know if you wrote this poem to evoke sad emotions but I do feel sadness and loneliness while reading this piece. Your descriptive powers are very developed ad it's very breathtaking to read them.

The persona of the boy and the attic, for me, are one. As I read your poem, I imagine a typical house with two attic windows. They look pretty much like a face with two eyes. :) The image of the house is still, passive, and silent; in contrast to the wide array of activities around it.

"The once pink house
at the other side of the road
and spinster
who lives there forever
with a cynic thirst."
I liked these lines so much that if you didn't write them, I would have hated you. :)

-Arnie

[Lyrical Love]

Wow!!! The imagery of this well written piece gave me chills.
The lonesome kite
is losing a fight
with the reverse wind.
Loved this.