It was raining …
May be for months now
It was only raining
The moments are heavy
With moss grown thick walls
And with an ancient unclean green-coper’s smell
Life is a one-way gangway
Ending up in the golden sky
Of a diluted faith about eternity
The slippery moments push
The fallen up the stairs
One or at times many steps at a go
Inertia doesn’t help
There is a smoked sun
Even my shadow is missing
Like a landloper lost in a thick fog
I wished to pray
“Please don’t let it rain”
I long to wing free
Instead I see gravity pulls
I was drowning
And taken by the flow
sarala
The unsuspecting reader will find themselves immersed in a swirl of existential angst and uncertainty.The line ” Even my shadow is missing ” ,evokes a certain resonance bringing fleetingly to mind the influence of the iconic Borges.
Thank you Louis. I had not read Borges (Jorge Luis) till now. Today I will search his work and thank you, really, for this interesting information. 🙂
A faith-centered poem with multiple layers of meaning.
Thank you so much Vijay Sir 🙂