Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Closely Observed Trains
Would you believe it
that "Closely Observed Trains"
was a film's name
in Nineteen Sixty-eight?
It was critically acclaimed,
an Academy Award winner,
even before I was conceived
one early winter.
But four decades later
I am changing slowly.
There are white streaks
in my sideburns,
a morbid fear creeps up
when I meet loved ones
as if one of us will pop off
before next such loved moment.
I recently discovered
that my body speaks too.
I am distinct from it,
I am not what it is.
And now I sleep nursing dreams
of six-pack abs, youthful hair,
of rising early, jogging anywhere...
But strangely when I drive on the stretch
saddled between Nizamuddin and Yamuna's stench
I closely observe trains that I do not intend to catch.
© February 18, 2008 Dan Husain
Saturday, April 12, 2008
First Light
Make no mistake
Don’t be beguiled by the innocent look
Of those trees hanging about,
Hands in pockets, in the fields
Still pooled with darkness
Don’t be misled by the silver light,
The anarchic flight of sparrows
Or the crows practising tai chi
Don’t be fooled by the rising safety curtain
On the moon-clean stage
After the first act’s carnage has been cleared
Or the warming up of the orchestra
Now missing its woodwind section
This is not a fresh start
This is no new dawn
Friday, April 04, 2008
Choke
18 month old choking
a blur to get to the ambulance
Emergency medical tunnel vision
can't find the street in the map book
can't think about anything
but how to fix a choking child
a kid that I may never get to
I can't find the fucking address!
Someone else knows where to go
The pt is the Lt's grandaughter.
I am the lead medic.
I about shit my pants.
She was fine.
But I failed.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Spring haikus (2)
a lost pleasure is
tucked in the folds of darkness
birds sing at sunrise
2.
the apricot tree
long bare suddenly flowers
at which spring smiles back