Koogu

In the darkness,

naked.

The skin black,

blending 

with the dark shadows of

massive

concrete

buildings

like fingers

trying to rub out

the moon.

The moonlight escapes

falling

in thin slivers

across the body

like dull scars

from a distant,

violent past.

An impatient honk

slices the clapping

in a late night TV show,

the wind moans,

softly through the concrete.

A fresh drizzle

from a seeded cloud

The wetness

artificial.

The smell

artificial.

Like everything.

Text from the upcoming solo performance, Koogu.

Advertisements

About victoranish

A theatre worker living in Bangalore.
This entry was posted in Verse-serve and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s