Saturday, April 23, 2011

flah ni em dlof

emit hguorht depael lrig a
htrof dna kcab redro gnippilf


did you feel it -
like an itchy baby scratching his chin
inside his mother's belly


the sound was invisible
the deed was innocuous
thgirla dlrow eht degnahc ti tub



soahc fo tib elttil taht deyojne i timda tsum i
esnes emos ekam ot nageb yllanif sgniht 


things like you
and me
and age
and glory
things also like faith
and flexibility

for a second i was just a thought
and then - bleep - that too was gone
(esle erehwemos devirra dah i  naem tsum enog)



s_o_m_e_times ||    being 
not always         ||

m                  

                                                                i                  


                                   l                                                              


                                                                                             d

ly


disoriented
disoriented
disoriented
disoriented
disoriented 
detneirosid
detneirosid 
detneirosid 
detneirosid 
detneirosid

i
s

w
o
r
t
h
                 everyone's          while


5 comments:

  1. my head hurts trying to read things backward. should have used a mirror. hindsight is always 20/20

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  2. Prayash - you are so clever. and you make me feel very smart and very dumb at the same time.

    WoWo - please don't take the poem too seriously though. I think you've had enough of being disoriented for a while aba.

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  3. Jhusilkira.... where are your poems? i'm addicted. i need my fix... been waiting for a new one for a couple of weeks now.

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  4. so flattered i was with this comment, i wrote this and this.

    i tried my best.
    a little rusty, still.
    you should try the older ones. some of them, from far, far ago in time. they aren't that bad.

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