First Poem on this blog

The Yellow Tie

A score of years have I depleted,

Since I wore the yellow tie.

Like a noose around my little neck,

Squeezing a smile as papa said cheese,

Hiding the half broken milk tooth

In the shelter of a mouthful of silence.

A blue suitcase filling the void in my fist,

Along with dada completed the picture,

half muffled giggles peeking through

his curvature, beckoning some of mine.

Time had me in tight embrace, with papa

Reaching to loosen my yellow tie.

A flash of light ended the agony.

Two smiling faces, a green patchy wall,

where our shadows reposed while we labored,

One half of the narrow green door,

And the yellow tie limping across my chest,

Had all become immortal.

Patti was there, packing our lunch,

Thatha smiled through the string of beads that

hung across the picture on the wall.

Amma, I think, was bartering with the milkman.

Time was there too, egging us all,

To let go of that one moment.

Other moments swiftly drowned it.

Added seconds that aged it to death.

The patchy green wall had shed colors.

The green door no longer opens for me.

Patti shares thatha’s garland,

And amma still barters with the milkman.

The blue suitcase is probably

the ashes that lit some sad soul’s pyre.

The brown bag, I must ask dada about it.

The yellow tie is nowhere to be found.

All is lost………

~Time…..I shall have my revenge Avishek Ramaswamy Aiyar

But that one moment is mine forever.