Thursday, April 16, 2009

I sketch my shadow...



I sketch my shadow
As I walk along…
The light refuses to guide me
The wind refuses to sing a song
The soil refuses to imbibe my footprints …

I trace my footprints back…
As I look for the place where I began
The road says, it wasn’t me…
The trees give an unfamiliar glance
The flowers refuse to share their fragrance…

I try to smell the rain water on mud…
As I try to hold a lump of mud in my hand…
The mud doesn’t leave dirt….
The water doesn’t dry
The wetness remains intact….
I try to splash the water….
I am amazed to watch it work against gravity…
It doesn’t fall on the earth..
It refuses to obey the sun…
It is then intimidated by the mighty golden ball….

I look at the sun with my eyes open…
I refuse to blink…
It dares and attacks again…
It warns me not to go against nature…
I move myself towards the ground…
Where my shadow ought to cover the pebbles…
But I find no reflection…
And so I sketch my shadow, as I walk along….
As I walk against Nature……

Title credits: Abhishek Shrivastava