I came across a poem from a writers forum I hosted called Ki Meela, which is the title of a novel I began writing in 2005, before I began writing Bollywood Storm. It was a wonderful time of exploration and playing with language and Form. The writing was mostly free flowing and immediate. Here is one I called "Tumbleweed".
I was born
a tumble weed
rolling
whistling
in winds
a white shadow
against the night
hurled
through terrains
stumbling
hoping
for blue skies
a sun to warm me
a breeze to cool me
Once Upon A Time A Dream Held Me
The Wind
Driving
Driving
Driving
Shadows grow less - grow more
Shadows grow less - grow more
Shadows grow less - grow more
a spark of light
too small
but enough
to give strength
I begin
Driving
Driving
Driving
The cloud covered the moon
and I walk through a jagged angry rock filled passage
placing one foot carefully after another
I tumbled
Fell
Fall
Falling
Down
Down
Down
to The Bottom
I lie there Still
still lying there
Not moving a muscle
Lest the pain begin
Do not move me for I am safe
I'm not in pain - I beg of you
to leave me be for I am happy
happy in my stillness,
darkness and quietness
But Then God's Eyes Blinked
Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
....why?
Get up!
Get up!!
Get up!!!
LIVE!!!
...why
when all I eat is scorn
....why
when I cannot find a comforting word
...why
when terror follows my wake
...why, I ask?
"Because you are not a tumble weed.
April 20, 2007
I was born
a tumble weed
rolling
whistling
in winds
a white shadow
against the night
hurled
through terrains
stumbling
hoping
for blue skies
a sun to warm me
a breeze to cool me
Once Upon A Time A Dream Held Me
The Wind
Driving
Driving
Driving
Shadows grow less - grow more
Shadows grow less - grow more
Shadows grow less - grow more
a spark of light
too small
but enough
to give strength
I begin
Driving
Driving
Driving
The cloud covered the moon
and I walk through a jagged angry rock filled passage
placing one foot carefully after another
I tumbled
Fell
Fall
Falling
Down
Down
Down
to The Bottom
I lie there Still
still lying there
Not moving a muscle
Lest the pain begin
Do not move me for I am safe
I'm not in pain - I beg of you
to leave me be for I am happy
happy in my stillness,
darkness and quietness
But Then God's Eyes Blinked
Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
....why?
Get up!
Get up!!
Get up!!!
LIVE!!!
...why
when all I eat is scorn
....why
when I cannot find a comforting word
...why
when terror follows my wake
...why, I ask?
"Because you are not a tumble weed.
April 20, 2007