Stuck

Piece of unseen cord
tied to my sandal
as i walked through the market
as i checked what i wanted
i hurried through the alleys
urrgh......that cord
pulling at my heels.

The bright red laces
Oh that teal coloured drapes
of fuchsia hues and metallic shades
Silk sheets in the colour of wine
Nylon edges...they say it lasts for a lifetime
Amazed and awed i shuffled still
And that satanic cord
pulling at my heels!

I tried wavering it off
brushed across the pavement
tried to jerk it off
huffed with resentment
it stuck like an adament thought
that refuses to leave your mind
you wonder hither and thither
yet it reiterates in amazement!

Months have passed
and many more such expeditions...

The laces a lot less redder
the drapes gradually fades
hues couldnt survive
wrath of the days.
silk survives
though too ambitious to carry
in crowded streets
and moods weary.
Nylon edges
umm....rashes..

A pair of sandals
lies on the porch
covered with dust
and worn..
and a nuisance of a cord
stuck at the heel
faded every colour of life
what survives is...
the patient
the real
the adament...still.


--Dr.Debosmita Paul.