1377546_10152318790723146_1065646424_nLike a dash of lightening
On a monsoon hotbed
A flash of naked limbs converted
To eternity and rest

Not with the baggage
Of rickety buses and potholes
Red streaks in wind-blown brown hair
A naked breast held invitingly
For comfort suckles

Saunter alone
Through intricately woven threads
Of lost lanes
Where a blinking lazy eye
Lights up new bylanes

Alive, glittering thoughts
Of never before wondrous lands
Swimming invitingly
In molten memories of mothers
And old wives’ tales

In action, in present

(c) Shweta Taneja, July 2009

One Reply to “Travel”

  1. Party –

    Light to dark,
    Dark to light.

    – very real and simple 🙂 beautiful lines

    Old Friend – reminded me of some dear friends…

    Travel : captures the scene… but didn't capture my interest; words took away the charm

    Brevity is the soul of wit – Money and Talk 🙂 enjoyed both

    Plastic Doll : I loved it 🙂 🙂 I would like to share this poem on my blog and write a story inspired by this poem.

    Keep posting. Looking forward to more poems

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