Wednesday, 15 April 2015

A Rare Catalogue of A Merchant of Lights




A quivering fluorescence of a firefly
Once trapped in a child’s palm
Let go into the sky.

A drop of a heavenly highlight
Bounced off from a lover’s cheek.

An aged paper lantern
Turned saggy-soft over the years
No longer a winter white
Glowing a creamy-buttery glow.

And an unsteady pool of torchlight
Still making its way through
An endless midnight rail track.

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10 comments:

  1. Great Pretentions15 April 2015 at 10:58

    you write damn well. nice piece

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  2. Unknown15 April 2015 at 12:07

    A vedic insight into life it seems. Nothing but the truth. Beautiful images Arundhati.

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  3. Anonymous15 April 2015 at 12:27

    To describe such mundane phenomena in BEAUTIFUL words is a rare talent :)

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  4. Arundhati S15 April 2015 at 21:10

    Thank you.

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  8. scandinavian polypeptide3 May 2015 at 22:23

    Really beautiful ! Especially , the last bit. Every aged person would admit to feeling like that ,i think . And that you chose not to mention the child , youth , middle-aged person and aged person explicitly but only with references to some subtle experience each one goes through,made the realization of what the poem is all about strike me in a very spooky epiphany -like a thunderbolt.

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  9. Arundhati S5 May 2015 at 13:40

    I am glad you could find sense in it. :)

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