"Vanderloost -Speak Your Heart Out" is a vagrant and bizarre conglomerate of consequential and inconsequential moments, transient and stagnant thoughts, fickle and rigid perceptions, forgettable and not so forgettable anecdotes and experiences, day to day trivia, cornucopia of hard hitting realities and pristine imageries and most importantly people whom I think I know , whom I'd like to know and whom I do not want to know.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
HE SLEEPS IN THE SHADE
She picks up the corners of her billowing skirt
tucks them in an unyielding knot
stoops down and picks up with both hands
the mammoth implement high above her head
bringing down with compelling force, right
on the stone bed supine on which rests a slim blade
of iron twisted in a strong braid.
The morning glides by giving way to noon
whence she balances rows of bricks
one on top of the other
on the fulcrum of her delicate head
and sways up the rickety bamboo steps
with a strange, sultry grace
while the unruly strands of her locks
waltz in unearthly haste in tune with the wind
atop the construct she works till the sun approaches doom.
In between her toil she steals a peep behind the ancient peepal tree
tied to whose sturdy branches is a make shift hammock
swinging indolently in the breeze.
Once-white now soiled beyond remedy a sheet of cloth slightly frayed
holds a slender sliver of life deep in sleep
forging an unfaltering bond with dreams
his innocence caught in a broken twig clasped tight
in baby fingers, soft and a little muddy under the nails.
As the sun scorches the mother’s limbs to more rugged sheen,
he sleeps in the shade of clumped leaves and branches of a parent tree.
As night kisses the sky the mother ambles down the lane
homewards, a solitary dame with a bundle carefully
locked in arms, reclining on her fragile blade.
Faraway on the other side of the stream a swirl of smoke
rises up the sky; hazed in the mist is a lonely frame
the damsel treads across the field towards her modest hearth
head held high, carrying the joy of her nomadic life