Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Soul kitchen

Sitting across each other.
The two of us, timeworn-

With glazed eyes.
At a loss of words, bartering

Awkward silences.
It is a fair exchange, hush

For hush.
Trough on trough, a function

That is periodic, constant.
A conundrum, the equation

With no solution.
A spider, scuttling

In circles.
Chasing itself, solemnizing

The genesis of logic.
Seeking deliverance.


PS: Thanks for asking. Yes, yes, the title of the poem is a song by “The Doors.”

2 comments:

Anoop said...

"A spider, scuttling

In circles.
Chasing itself, solemnizing

The genesis of logic.
Seeking deliverance."


beautiful...

Aarushi said...

Thank you