Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Epilogue of Abinash C. Halder

'I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be'
                                              - T.S.Eliot    

Glimpsed in the strips of light
That creep
And plate into corners as
Twilight julienne,
I've caught that scent
Of times that have seeped
And trickled through my fingers in vain.

I've fired my shots
And tried my spears
And gambled with harpoon in sling -
Drowned in the ocean
Of dried brown hours
These, my cultivated weeds that sprawl
And cover my walls of silence in gloom.

Trimmed with sounds
Of neighbours in soaps
And deafened with bombarded ads
I slouch in the couch
And text Ross and Guil
And lock my Denmark of Shame.

11 comments:

sayan said...

something is indeed rotten in the state of denmark..and somehow reading the words i sensed the stench..fight on..write on...

Laurie Kolp said...

Profound and effective, Abin.

Kim Nelson said...

You offered a new perspective on an old, familiar tale.

Mary said...

Abin, another stunning poem! I am so glad I discovered your work on Poets United.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Original!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the image of 'twilight julienne' and that 'ocean of dried brown hours'. Interesting take on the original.

Heaven said...

you have a creative mind.. i do like that Denmark of Shame ~

nice to meet you~

Marian said...

epilogue? well, then i'm expecting the sequel!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Twilight julienne", "dried brown hours", "my cultivated weeds that sprawl"...........fantastic writing, kiddo!

Kay L. Davies said...

Very well done, Abin. Very good work, with just the right wry touch.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

The Gooseberry Garden said...

you have done your part,
then relax.

awesome piece. keep it up.