great grandfather's spotless white horse

hoofs used to fill my ears 

or did i really hear them..

white horses and red ants, 

coffee berries and the monsoon rain..

fiction and truth , starting where the other left off..

the dampened red soil of fantasy blending 

with the coffee brewing in the dim kitchen ..

in the nights i would miss my mom, 

and  clutch grandma's  arm, 

as she  told me of the great grandfather 

and his famed white horse ..

guarding the hills , the house and the shrubs..

he came from a very small tombstone

in the hill side..i remembered it had gathered moss

and he brandished his sword on those bad bad guys of childish universe..

and probably watched over my paper boats and cricket bats while i slept..

now the spider spins its web

in the northernmost corner -

and in the yellow plaster that peels away 

is written the loneliness of having to live out of a room..

where are the guardian angels..

and great grandfathers.

and their white horses.. 

what would he have become now.. 

the great grandfather?

a chauffeur ,

trading his horse for a limousine..?

in the world where everyone can be bought,

would he have become a seller..

Reviews

[Dayran]

A horseman becoming a chauffeur, driving something that is 300 horsepower? I think he's moving up, don't you?

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

powerful and moving~ I relate~ they may have physically removed me from the Dacian culture~ but it takes more than a shiny world with benjamins waving to rip a Dacian woman out of her bones~

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. brilliant and absolutely exquisite, V. ... if you look for answers so keenly ... i have no doubt in my mind that you shall find them ... the narrative is absolutely lethal ... my grandfather ... went on a ship ... with three shirts and two pairs of trousers ... to study old, middle and modern english in king's college ... london ... in the 1930s ... i couldn't ... his great grandson ... my nephew who is now 13 ... is one of my buddies ... he writes songs ... adores my parents ... is angelic ... loves football as much as academics ... i think of him as my guardian angel ... but you're right ... there's no one predictable watching over us ... so maybe it's time we take over the reigns ... just a thought ... for i see in you someone who is destined to and bound to make a difference ...

[vivekanand]

this is for our own guardian angel.. my own cry against the cruel talons of cultural hegemony and globalisation.. everyone cannot be bought, not yet