Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Girl Who Burnt Bridges


Once,
When the world was still round,
And mornings smoothly slipped into evenings,
A really lost little girl
Realized
That she couldn’t do with rickety bridges.
So she burnt them all.
And burnt some more, as she grew up.

“That’s not the right thing to do.
 The world is a really lonely place,” she was told.

She said that she could
Deal with bouts of loneliness,
But couldn’t bear
The nervous drone of a life
That moved on weak, rusting hinges.

“It’s good to have people there for oneself.
It’s good to keep alive
The possibility of mending bridges,” she was told.

But the girl,
Slightly crazy as she was,
Thought the whole concept of future
Utterly misplaced;
The obsession with permanence,
Vulgar.

Now what do you do with people like her?
How do you reason with them?
These people,
Who would live either on soaring peaks
Or in abysmal valleys,
But nowhere in between.
People who want to make
Each day
A matter of life and death.
                ***

©Rasagya Kabra, November 17, 2011

2 comments:

  1. and so i reply here, ha! yes i write shite(sometimes) and me blog is a bit of a joke. seeing yours for the first time too. pretty intense :)

    my life is generally sad(chennai). how goes it for you?

    jaipur i dont know. last time i went because there was a trinity of heroes(coetzee-pamuk-welsh)...and junot diaz was a bonus haha(also seeing gulzar was pseud). this time i might, but I'm not so sure. i looked at their website, only tom stoppard is hero material. maybe i'll go. you're going this time?

    (sorry that was too long)

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