Blankets of darkness
enclose a chamber of ice,
warmth a myth
and comfort a distant song
untouched, with a price.
Every joint has a rolling joint
every roll a different role
a spark that bonds
yet chokes
gives life
with a straight hand
and soon upturns it
to reveal the end.
Covered bodies lined up in corners
seeking shelter ephemeral
or unknowingly sold
to the eternal cold;
even the little feet that run about
have eyes that are beyond old.
Wheels of life keep turning
the audience walks by
hands full of bonds
that blind the sight.
And there remains the story,
a muddy corridor,
words
and the dimming streetlight,
telling the fleeting tale
of a long, unfading night.

 

Aldeena Raju

Aldeena Raju

Aldeena Raju was born in an obscure town in an obscure state somewhere near the southern tip of India. She studied English Literature at the University of Delhi, India and currently works with an international publishing house in New Delhi. She is also a poet in hibernation who writes short stories as she waits for inspiration to rhyme. She hopes to complete a novel someday and meanwhile makes a living out of editing the words of others and getting cheap thrills out of missing hyphens and misplaced alphabets.

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