But not quite

April 1st, 2001 admin Posted in Poetry |

It plays in my mind sometimes,
At a blinding speed, and a frenzied pitch,
Never quite out of tune,
Never quite off balance,
Teasing me to guess when it will fail.
Its like the old radio station you notice
Only when it turns off.
But not quite…

The frequency that makes me float
Off the ground and the pain that
Is a pain of a dying heart.
The world around turns pale and dull,
And you feel you have died.
But not quite…

This pace and grace kills me,
Life keeps you occupied and busy,
Makes you feel important, makes you run,
Till you realize you are running around dizzy,
Around a market place,
Everytime you pass by the pale green door,
You think you have been here before,
But not quite …

And off you are, lost again,
In the frenzy toward nothing,
And keep your frail heart beating,
Safely in its din, waiting
For something to change, yet not too much,
Something,
But not quite …

Till the music carries on you run
And then one day, tired, undone,
The music fades, the running slows,
The heart stops its beat, the market goes,
To those who still run, it lets you free.
And you float up,
Up into the white.
But not quite …

(Anil Krishna, April 2001)