Saturday, June 8, 2019


The green shaded into grey, somber
was the time.
The mountain lost its edges.
We drove on
but could not see the road.
It lost its magnificence
and as for us,
we lost our significance.
A huge carpet of shimmering car lights rolled out
between the gigantic girders painted in ugly red,
and we were just a small shape in the tapestry.
We traveled: from moment to moment,
from point to point,
never realizing that was not how we wanted to be seen
by the eye of the giant rolling pin: Time:
when we started out to reach the mountain,
resplendent like a crown, and elusive like the sound
of a fog horn in the mist.

Sushama Karnik
Mar 16, 2018

Image: Courtesy MMURAT MURAT
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