Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Two Balls of Thread


Walking
through the 
dark night, my friend 
and me  lost our ways  and 
fell into  a deep dry well. Groping 
through the  darkness, our hands came 
across two balls of thread— Our fingers moved
 vigorously,tirelessly  through  the thread  
throughout  the dark night as if 
a  solution would 
come out 
of it.


When
the night
that seemed like 
an  eon came to an end,
and  the first morning rays 
entered into  the old dirty well,I  saw, to
 my utter dismay: I had weaved a net out of the thread
and entangled myself leaving  no  possibilities 
of rescue. My  friend had weaved 
a rope out of the thread 
and had climbed 
out of the 
well.


7 comments:

  1. Thank you Sailesh!
    Keep sharing!

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  2. a very inspiring and positive poem, i think I have read in your collection too!

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  3. oh...thank you...!

    I think we need more positive poems (and writings) especially during this time in Nepal...!

    Well, this poem was published in VENT originally, but I have reworked in its form!

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  4. I Like your poems. I am your fan.
    Ganesh Dangal

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  5. Thank you Rashmi and Ganesh!
    Will keep sharing more...

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