Two Poems by Abel Johnson Thundil

 

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-