The roadmap to success

It drags me underground
and I burrow through buried holes-
insects bite me-
porcupines prick me-
try to pull my legs.

I push myself-
set my
first foot-
manage to
reach the surface of the ground
while the moody moon looks from above-
she wraps herself in a black bedsheet-
goes on a slumber.

Black hole.
Buried holes.

Pressure from above.
Pressure from below.

One step at a time
as I manage-
dry leaves disowned by trees
blow towards me-
inject me upfront
on my nose-
some stab on the back-
the heart bleeds.

Gibran talks to me through his verses-
I imagine myself as a river now
that the whole way
back has been blocked-
that I must move forward
that I must make progress.

As I do-
petrichor from somewhere
tosses through my
nostrils-
the earth is still alive-
the dry spell is over-
I know now there’s some hope.

Not far away-
a fruit hangs from a branch

while the sun shines
crystal clear-
transparent as a yellow mirror.

I pluck and taste the fruit-
it is so sweet-
sweat shimmers like
beads of pearls on my body
while the heart no longer clotted
pumps corals of red.

I know now what it means to taste a fruit.

Brindha Vinodh

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About Brindha Vinodh

I am a postgraduate in Econometrics but a writer within. I have contributed to several anthologies and been published on many e-zines, journals, OPAS, etc. and a featured poet at an international publication house. My roseate sonnet was selected as one of the best poems of 2020 by the same group-InnerChildPress international.

8 thoughts on “The roadmap to success

  1. amitapaul

    Sadness, pain, despair, effort, hope, comfort, relief : this poem takes the reader on a roller coaster ride echoing the emotions of the narrator through a series of vivid autumnal images.

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