by Shreya Ramachandran
[box]Real fun is letting yourself loose. We let Shreya Ramachandran’s poetic lines do all the talking![/box]For too long we’ve sat and spent
endless tropical summers
in the sweltering heat of our fears.
We have analysed the words spoken to us,
in the dusty ledgers of our stuttering mind,
until they have lost their juice and intention.
We have sat in the corners in the shivering winter,
clutching our veils to ourselves,
covering our being
with dark heavy cloth,
until no one can see us,
and we can’t see ourselves.
When it rained from the sky,
like a gash had just split open
and the celestial tears were triumphantly
falling onto the heated concrete,
we covered our feet in plastic bags
so that we could walk home with no taint.
But now, it is time to breathe aloud.
We will strip down to our bewildered skin,
and run into the heat
as it drips upward from the earth.
And look at our simmering limbs and charred feet
As trophies of our newfound brave carelessness.
We’ll remove the veils
and throw them into the billowing air
so that they fly like blackened butterflies.
We’ll watch them soar
as our hearts thump in harmony.
When the downpour in the monsoon
falls like the sound of a steel drum,
we’ll wait to welcome the water;
and, as we get drenched,
We’ll breathe aloud.
We’ll be burnt by the summer,
Exposed in the winter,
Soaked senseless in the rainfall.
There will be no more hiding and wondering,
Thinking and deconstructing,
Widening and retreating.
We’re not doing anything except breathing.
Aloud.
We’re no longer afraid of the sound.
Pic : paulin-a – http://www.flickr.com/photos/paulin-a/
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