Sunday 10 August 2008

The Key

The doors were locked
Since a long time
The doors ………….of her mind


No one saw what lay beyond…….
……behind the closed doors
In the realm of darkness
In the vast lands of her mind…

The doors were locked
& the key was lost
……..lost in the abyss of seclusion

Silver fishes were swimming merrily in the pages of her mind
Spiders weaved webs of thoughts in the four rooms of her heart
Dust gathered on the wall was thick enough…
……..thick enough to block anything,
Anything soft & gentle from entering in
…….the warm rays of sunlight
…….the pearly drops of dew
……& the whips of fresh air

Her friends tried breaking in
To set her mind free,
to let her enjoy the little joys of life
…….they couldn’t
Her foes tried breaking in too
To set her mind free,
To let her get distracted from her path
…….they couldn’t


It was a breezy Friday morning of August
She was lost amidst her files & drawings

The wind tried blowing her hairs a bit
She tightened her hair pin
That locked her jet black locks tight
Lest it doesn’t disturbs her work


He was looking at her…….
………leaning against the window

She guessed what he might say

“You look beautiful……….. if you let your locks free”

A dialogue she was tired of

She has heard that a hundred times before

From hundreds of people around her
She has heard that………

………From the boys playing marbles
When she used to jump across the hopscotch
………From the boys in the back benches in school
When she was busy jotting down notes
……….From across the test tubes in the college lab
When she was busy preparing solutions

She knew the tricks of trade

& so……she delved deeper into her files

But he didn’t say that…….. !

“you may get headache
If you tie your wet hairs………
………used to tell my mother
To my little sister……..
My pretty little sister…….
……… used to hide behind me
as my mother dried her wet hairs with a soft towel……..”

So saying ……..he was lost in thoughts
……..lost in memories
……..lost in the cosy corners of his home….. far away

Her hands seemed to have their own whim
They just removed the hairpin from her locks

.
.
.

Now she just wonders……..
Sitting besides him ……….
……….in the garden at dusk
…….as the wind blows her silky hairs
…….a soft little curl tickles her ears
She smiles & wonders……….
How did he open the lock..!?
The lock of her mind
A lock so intricately designed
Lock which none could open...Over the years……
……………with a humble hairpin ………
That too was hers!!!!





6 comments:

ಮುತ್ತುಮಣಿ said...

the lock which no one could open was opened by a 'hairpin'......

this is why i like your poem :)

If I say anything more than this, you feel it's hammering. Soooooooooooo... keep writing, and i will keep enjoying.

sarinaaa?

Geetha said...

sari madam...
u can say n e thing u want to....i will never think its hammering dear......

ಚಂದ್ರಕಾಂತ ಎಸ್ said...

ಗೀತಾ ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬ ಉತ್ತಮ critic ಇದ್ದಾರೆ. ಅವರು ಮಾತು ತುಂಬಾ ಕಮ್ಮಿ.ಅಂತಹ ಅವರು ನಿನ್ನ KEY ಪದ್ಯವನ್ನು ಕೇಳಿ ( ಓದುವುದು ನಾನೇ !! ಮತ್ತಾರು ) ಹೀಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದರು " ಉತ್ತಮ ಕವನ ಹೇಗಿರಬೇಕೆಂಬುದಕ್ಕೆ ಇದು ಉದಾಹರಣೆ "

Geetha said...

ho..ho...neevu thumba chennagi kavana vaachana maadirabahudu madam adakke..... :)

dhanyavadaagalu aa uttama "critic" avarige mathu nimage .

ಚಂದ್ರಕಾಂತ ಎಸ್ said...

ಅವರಿಗೆ ಧನ್ಯವಾದ ತಿಳಿಸಿದ್ದಾಯಿತು. ನಿನ್ನ ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ಕವನಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇವೆ.

Geetha said...

suffering from writers' block :(