Where Did I Blunder ?

My eyes tingled
As , unobserved, with the crowd I mingled.
With panic gripped
When on the ground I tripped
But no one raised a brow
Impassively from a telephone wire watched a dove.
None did yell
When on the ground I fell
Or lent a helping hand to a fallen man
But as if , in a rodent derby , they ran
In helter skelter confusion
The road, of myriad sounds a weird fusion.

Hysterically , the wind howled
And the traffic viciously snarled .
But, like a spirit lost, I sailed along lightly
Missing my home mightily.
Ah, at last, I was home, home sweet home.
In the beams of the bloated moon {Was it on steroids?}
My name plate beamed .
Or so it seemed.
I peeped through the window
Yearning to know
How my family caring
In my absence was faring .

Ah, here I now stand outside my sweet home .
I almost choke
Seeing my loved folk
Laughing boisterously and talking
One with irrepressible mirth almost rocking .
Come on , I am not stalking.
Ah, soft, she comes, she comes.
A happy song my heart hums.
The sky which once was an ingenuous blue
Suddenly assumes a darker hue.
She stands near the window.
Is she smiling? How can she smile?
I seethe
Gnashing my teeth
And banging my feet.
And then she is gone.
Is she not sad that she will now grow old alone?
No, I am not furious
But just a little curious .
Curiosity killed the cat , they say.
But, perish the thought
Wasn’t I killed almost a year back?
In a road accident severe.
I wipe away an invisible tear.
There is the aroma of roast in the oven
Have they forgotten how I loved it ?
It was as though in the solar plexus I was hit.
It is unmistakable.
The aroma , I mean.
I am not able
To stop my invisible tears
Am I forgotten so soon ?
The moon
Hides under a cloud, not having an answer.
I dare one last look at my photo in the frame.
No, I no longer look the same .
In the frame I am beaming
Or, maybe I am dreaming?

Oh, where did I blunder?
Overhead , the clouds thunder.
With one vicious tug
I yank away the name plate from the wall.
And despite my sudden stoop, try to walk tall.
Away from the cacophony and clamour
The glitz and the glamour
Of a world in a hurry
To bury
Me and my memories too .

With the aroma of the roast in my nostrils embedded.
Towards a different path now I headed.
They had moved on.
I too had to move on.
It was time again to be bedded.
Ah, I was finally home, home sweet home,
No more would I roam
I could now rust in peace six feet under.

4 thoughts on “Where Did I Blunder ?

  1. lopu123

    An exquisite work of art, yet again, by the great poet and philosopher Santosh! Loved the theme, imagery and the poetic treatment of the narrative poem.

    Hugs and love,
    Lopa.

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