Saturday 28 June 2008

Kamikaze

The drones of the Kamikaze
Cause ripples in the silence
After nightfall.

The season starts again
When War is waged;
One sided really
When one thinks of the losses!

One by one they drop
Altitude, single-minded
In their purpose-
Highly motivated,
Trained, as if, from birth,
To meet this destiny.

In the relative vastness
Of the Warscape
They create only a
Tiny explosion each,
As they target, plummet
And Crash!

Who wins, finally?
I've always wondered,
Each time, a small
Winged Creature crashlands
Into the candle's flame
In a continuous stream
For the half hour, during
The nightly power cut
As our verandah becomes
The battlefield, for that war
Between
The Flame and the Kamikaze.




27 June, 2008

3 comments:

  1. Just too good ! the description and the interpretation is to be admired only.

    Kamikaze ,this poem can also be taken as the duality we live with.you never know who wins, when.

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  2. Awesome contemplations ma'am..
    A "thought provocative" one with a million strokes of didactics interlaced..

    loved the last stanza..

    Who wins, finally?
    I've always wondered,
    Each time, a small
    Winged Creature crashlands
    Into the candle's flame
    In a continuous stream
    For the half hour, during
    The nightly power cut
    As our verandah becomes
    The battlefield, for that war
    Between
    The Flame and the Kamikaze.


    Found this to be a connective link between that little "fly" and our "life"..
    Perhaps that "power cut" referring to the dark patches of our life..:)

    Liked this immensely ma'am..!

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  3. Soumya, thank you... and the insight of your perspective too is very enlightening!

    Bharat, ah! more interpretations! Thanks for the sweet words!

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