I stare blankly
at my pensive eyes
unruffled by flashing cams.
Unaware, of the indistinct happy voices close-by,
splashing waves, and a lonely sigh
of a distant light-house.
A faint outline of a massive cartoon
still glows, under a plump yellow moon
on this damp sand,
as cold, moist, saline winds
wash both our faces.
Fade out. Fade in. A battlefield.
And I watch, perched on a small video cam
behind the backs of most of ’em,
as a war rages on
in this sun starved training room A.
A gloomy li’ll place, as they say.
Cold, chilling winds blowing through
half dead men.
A strong stench of coffee.
And I can barely see, but there, it’s me!
Wading through an onslaught
of confounding, condensed thoughts.
The lecture goes on, and so do I,
all bloodied and battered.
A blink, and next I think
I’m floating outside a freezing glass window
still shivering in the wake of Irene.
And my slumbering, serene figurine
is but a fluttering frame, a fraction away
from being replaced by a road, haughty and grey.
An impromptu voyage to New York.
And on the way back to Norwalk,
a pair of wakeful eyes behind a foggy windshield
sipping in a soporific night.
But that’s quickly wiped out, by the sight
of bright, smiling words flying in a dim dining light,
a scrumptious aroma of spicy food
and schmaltzy songs from the past.
But alas, that won’t last.
For next strikes a scream.
A vacillating raft, on a thundering stream,
tangled in the vicious tentacles of a psychopathic bush,
But out it goes, by the push
of the fumes of the night long ventures
at the casinos of the Atlantic,
where rewarded, was a heart, at the very last tick,
by a fresh orange sunrise, on a clean blue sky,
in the rear-view mirror.
And I close my eyes.
Time shall rob me not of these,
for what are they, but memories.
Like pebbles on a sea-shore;
brought in by a random wave, from a distant cave,
for a blissful ounce of eternity.
P.S.: Based on my experiences during a month of FactSet training in Norwalk, Connecticut.
– Nimit Rajdev
Completed on – 1st January, 2012.