Loading...

The Sloughed Skin

Time when the pall of gloom slowly started thickening,
When the haze of misery slowly started pervading the lens,
And the vision started growing blurry,
When the movements of the body started getting restricted,
And the senses started falling apart,
I slithered into the underground liar,
And sunk into the deep dark depression of the frozen ground,
To dodge the pain and outwit the unforgiving fate!
 
But, when the opaque lens started turning harder and harder,
Piercing and poking my eyes deeper and deeper,
When the casket started shrinking further and further,
Strangling my breath tighter and tighter,
When the shackles started growing smaller and smaller,
And started cutting into my flesh deeper and deeper,
I stormed out of the burrow, groping, into the open!
 
I slithered wildly, running madly across the wilds,
Rubbing and scrapping my cramped and aching body,
Against the thorny bushes and prickly nettles,
To hook the tightening shackles to the hooked thorns,
And break open the lock of the deadly casket,
To liberate my choking soul, from the deadly embrace of death,
 
I cheated the death, when I ripped open the pall of dead skin,
And managed to peg it on the gallows,
The pall of dead skin now left dangling ghastly,
Swaying and moaning in the winds, like a baneful banshee,
I slithered away quickly with a new shiny skin,
With renewed senses and new vision on my clear lenses,
In search of a new life in the light, under the new sun!
 
Left behind the ghastly sloughed skin,
Of the unforgiving fate, misery and pain,
As prey for the voracious ants and termites,
To be sniped and slivered into pieces, with their deadly pincers,
To be dragged into their underground dark dungeons,
To be devoured and consumed by those hungry ghouls,
And let it vanish forever in the darkness,
Never to see the light again!!

(2013)

Other works by Kanna K. Siripurapu...



Top