Sunday, November 30, 2014

I want to throw stones at his 'house'

For no particular reason.

I want to tear his curtains apart
So that he sees the light from this side.

I want to break his window sills
So that the breeze hits him hard on his face.

I want to discolour all his walls
So that he perceives what ugly is.

I want to freeze all his doors knobs
So that he knows what freedom is.


But I still want to throw stones at his house...

4 comments:

  1. Namaste sister Bani, there is a good deal of power built into this poem. May I take this opportunity to wish you and your family a wonderful upcoming holiday season.

    In Lak' ech, sister Bani, prosper with love..... live with compassion...

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  2. thank you chris! season's greetings to you and your family too! :)

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  3. Dear Bani,

    This poem evokes much hidden emotion. I am intrigued by the first line -- I want to throw stones at his 'house' -- when you enclosed the word house with those apostrophes, did you mean this is not a physical house?

    Brother Chris is right something forceful is in this poem ...

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    1. Thank you Sito. Yes you got it right. it goes beyond the physical house =)

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