Blue
windows
Blue
windows open on yellow walls
Like
eyes which couldn’t sleep
Due
to the stench of the gutters,
The
loud clubs,
The
streetlights,
The
constant tickling of wet brown leaves
From
the wild trees
That
struggle to show
That
they are still alive.
Blue
windows open on yellow walls
Like
eyes that see and show
At
the same time
This
state of the world
Where
everyone has enough;
Just
enough wine to dilute a sorrow,
Just
enough cigars to burn a leach off of one’s heart,
Just
enough pills to put one into a trance
Which
one may
Or
may not awake from…
More
blue windows open on yellow walls
Like
eyes that couldn’t sleep…
Unappreciated
The
chaps laugh like sane men
With
their pipes in the air,
Blowing
out smoke shaped skulls
That
stay intact for a moment
Before
their own mouths open wide
And
swallow the smoke clean;
Disappeared,
Yet
coming out again in a puff,
Refusing
to leave the air lonely for long…
The
chaps laugh like sane men
With
their pipes in the air,
Puffing
to the slow music of a viola,
That’s
only appreciated
Along
with bread
And
wine,
And
a deck of cards…
Only
appreciated
During
the silence that befalls
When
the old man stands up to leave;
Either
for the loo,
Or
forever.
Abel Johnson Thundil is a young poet from India. He is the author of two anthologies of poetry. His poems are sometimes sentimental, sometimes dark; but always with a madness that’s very enjoyable. His works have appeared in Terror House Magazine, The Pangolin Review and Luminescence (Rosewood publications, India).
His latest anthology, ‘Wilted: poems of modern tragedy’ is available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.in/Wilted-Tragedy-Abel-Johnson-Thundil-ebook/dp/B0BG95TGHP/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?crid=H0CIVL4UV8D3&keywords=wilted%3B+poems+of+modern+tragedy&qid=1666888623&qu=eyJxc2MiOiIwLjcxIiwicXNhIjoiMC4wMCIsInFzcCI6IjAuMDAifQ%3D%3D&s=digital-text&sprefix=wilted+poems+of+modern+tragedy%2Caps%2C277&sr=1-
Beautiful works Abel! Intriguing and left open for interpretation. Bravo
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