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Traffic Light

Poetry By: Balaji Iyer

randon thoughts that flood our days...

Submitted:Aug 9, 2008    Reads: 451    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

across the road, across the park

on a twin winding road... stands the lone traffic light

on green canopy, on concrete mast,

on vincent azzure-blue sky

run eight power lines... cutting through my sight

the criss cross of the window brass

the aghast, ajar openness of the windows

the small opening to the outside world

ushers in realization of pain in this heart so numb

i await in some sort mythical expectation

for deliverance, for my time to come

deliverance from this stagnant, dwindling and self consuming assumption

the red wall offers me the portal to transverse... this universe

colors seem so nubile and plastic, colors for want of courage

air seems to false, air for triggering a flap of the wings

the two holes of the maroon-power-coated vault,

two keys hang in there for want of will

my skill, my will, this thrill

pop a pill, all the pain it kills


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