Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Hostage Monologue

Please don’t point
that gun at me.

I can crystal-gaze
looking into the barrel
and see my future
unfolding.
I see blue skies
and moonlight
mountains and
meadows. I feel
warm hugs and
stolen kisses.
I taste flavours
that will never be.
I hear heartening claps
and footsteps
of my great
grandchildren.

That barrel
is a time machine,
I see my past
laid threadbare.
Of friends and school bells
my favourite blue plaid skirt.
Exam halls and first love
Mama’s dal
and dada’s eyes.
I see them all
looking into that
unpitying barrel.

Please don’t point
that gun at me.
It’s a tunnel with
no light at its end.
Here, let me put
this flower into that barrel.
It’s wilting
but it carries
the fragrance of my lover.

Please don’t point
tha…
BANG.

(This was written right after the Mumbai terror attack)