The alert came with the countdown
10, 9 – I joined in – 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
The moment before climax. And
We Froze
It was exotic (sort of)
Quashing inhibitions
Casting away reluctance
We Froze
One, the thinker
Another, a cigarette in hand
Me, arms crossed
We Froze
It was eleven
The sun beating down upon
But ironically
We Froze
Thoughts were not epiphanic
Psyche was not enlightened
Nothing revealed. But still
We Froze
The five minutes we counted
Tried to be empty
And realized
Stillness is not all death
Interesting work :) Seems a bit different from your usual style :)
ReplyDeleteIt's a rather specific poem. We had this thing today in campus called "The Freeze" where we froze on our spot in whatever position we were in at the stroke of 11. We stayed frozen for five minutes. And that's been described in the poem. :)
ReplyDeleteAha, angane para. context ippala kittiye :)
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