There is always room for destruction
And that is why she has become
This broken record of regret.
You cannot listen for long without saying
‘Something is on the fire,’ I have to check,
‘Someone is at the
door,’ I have to check.
You cannot let this broken record play
Its scratchy song against your ear
Though you did call to find out how she was.
You do not want to check how she is anymore
There are other things to check.
There is always room for distraction.
© Abha Iyengar, 5th October 2013
I checked my ire
ReplyDeleteYes it was the fire
Knock on my door
There stood my Tudor
My disc is cracked
Music remains intact
Diversion remains
Just another resplendent track-
(c)copyright-vijay nair-2013
Beautiful!! I've always loved your poetry! Intense! Keep Writing!
ReplyDeleteReality check: I am reading this from the perspective of one squinting against the approaching twilight. We are all vulnerable to the ravages of Time. Even the smartest could end up like a broken record. Abha yet again jolts me in my comfort zone as I become keenly aware that a fate like this is often not a matter of choice. Age can be cruel. Here's hoping that I would instead be a pleasant distraction to my loved ones.
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