SHADOW

Shadow-1/ Indran

Shadows are mischievous.
In front of our own eyes
They throw us on the ground 
And see a rehearsal today 
For tomorrow’s drama.
– From ” Syllables of Silence” – 1981

Shadow 2 / Indan

Amidst abominable city crowd
I lost my passport called ” I ” .
Sweating and murmuring
Like an overworked water- cooler
I crave for a gadget to recover my identity.
Wearing power glasses 
That grow thicker and thicker with reading
Whatever be the depth of my ponderings
What all left over in my hands
Are only shadows.
– From ” Syllables of Silence” – 1981