Page 80 - January 2021

“One day, The Elevator sprouts an eye
That watches us kissing
Making love is so good then

As the elevator trembles throbs and hums
As the mirrors turn concave and convex”…..

Ra Sh in his inimitable style makes an elevator ride so layered- the
throbbing metropolis and its elevators with people going up and down, the
sexual intimacy in the elevator and the privacy and lack of it all entwined in
one small poem.
The title of one of the poems “Thousand ways and one way to leave’ bring
to my mind a favorite lyricist Paul Simon and his “Fifty ways to leave your
lover”. For those who want to see creative use of language, it surely is this
poem…

“How do people leave?
How did she leave?

Stepping across a terminal line of dormant deceit?
Crawling through a glass wall of crashed desire?
Sliding through a membrane of mounting misery?
Slithering through a mirror of tired dejection?

How did she leave?”

One of my favorites is ‘Me, my wife and the other- confessions of a rotten
husband)
Sample a few lines -
“Wife cooks, feeds, cooks, feeds
Makes my bed, serves me meals in bed.
I crave the other….
…
Wife waits outside ICUs
Puts up with my tantrums
Buys all my medicines

I crave the other …”

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