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...
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.
So that he knows what freedom is.
But I still want to throw stones at his house...
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.
ReplyDeleteIn Lak' ech, sister Bani, prosper with love..... live with compassion...
thank you chris! season's greetings to you and your family too! :)
ReplyDeleteDear Bani,
ReplyDeleteThis 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 ...
Thank you Sito. Yes you got it right. it goes beyond the physical house =)
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