Intent by Siddhartha Choudhury

April 29, 2013 Comments Off on Intent by Siddhartha Choudhury

Pages fly from his hand in a burst of wind soon to scatter into the sea. Slowly they sink, and swallow in their movement, all his hope and heart. With the short record of his poetic life now ruined by the whims of nature, the poet wonders how he should court her. She’s by herself, her chequered skirt flying high over her knees in the breeze while she looks at the debris and wreckage from his heart float, one by one, to the port of her feet. Through the blotted ink, she can make out it was poetry. Even as they lay anchor all about her, surrendered and defeated in their purpose, she wonders if the beauty of a poet’s intent is greater than his finished work, and she marvels at the subject that must have inspired such intent. In the meantime, the unlucky author of the disaster finally resorts to speech to make up for the drowned words.

© 2013 Siddhartha Choudhury

Siddhartha Choudhury is the author of numerous stories and abstract ruminations that lie placid in his hard drive. He lives and writes from Mumbai.

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