The trickery of a Threshold
Biju Thounaojam *
First it was the threshold.
Yes i made it!
Wore pride as i loitered,
Right! It was merely "being stoical",
Subtle as a falcon amongst doves.
So my face did the telling.
And yet those smiles, so empty,
Triffle, i knew then.
Horrendous, was i deterred
But a tempting bound
Worked and overspelled.
Easy captives, we were!
Dragged wildly, made ever drooling
And for more a deep longing.
The thirsts so invigorating,
That Upon quenching, i soar'd
Inebriated, into a distant horizon
Of delicate bubbling happiness
That upon grasp, dies out.
On that momentary frame,
I surrendered and dwelled.
When called back, i replicated.
Oblivion of the becoming;
A game so munipulative,
Albeit forsaken from retire.
I played solely, pleasure to derive.
But what of my sinew and mind?
Now frailed and long to retire.
Alas! into a chasm have i fallen?
* Poem written by Biju Thounaojam for e-pao.net
The Poet can be contacted at biizu46(at)yahoo(dot)in
This poem was webcasted on March 22, 2014.
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