Wisps of mental whispers


Shying away from the naked breeze

Soft tendrils of black and white locks 

Cross my sensual face in a hurry

Looking through those wisps of hair

The child in me is awakened to count

The strands that careen my eye lashes

Petite knots that run near my nostrils

Quiver as if a storm has befallen

Only to move past swiftly to my lips

Enjoying the play of zephyr on me

I tie my hair up with eyes closed

Swinging to sweet childhood memories

I dig up from the depth of the past

Bare feet running in the fields of open

And burning hands in the lost tug of wars

Curious attic discoveries with the ladder

And ghost stories surrounding lonely trees

Walk past my memory scan in élan

I replay again and again those moments of

My silence upon seeing the contours of clouds

And wide gaping at the screeching pulleys

Hearing the loud knocks of my door

I refuse to move from the windowsill

Only to continue my reminiscences

Lo! Like those disarrayed puzzles

Caught in a storm of beastly order

My memories shuffle in quick succession

Pulling out my boyish pranks in front

A neat collage of past in black & white

Gets knotted to my utter surprise

Pleased with my brain of splendor today

I glance through the window slowly

To paint my mind work with cosmic colours

With the pounding of steps closer and closer

And the known voices nearer and nearer

I lie back on my bed with a false humility

Sshhh…. Let me do my own colouring later

As the mental doctor enters into my room
To trigger my sleep of irrelevant dreams of colours


Padmaja Balaji


This is my contribution for Express Yourself Poetry Weekly 13 contest
http://spk100.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/02/express-yourself-contest-week-13.htm