Hide and Seek

There are days when words walk away
Like wallflowers they hide
Turning their face to floor
Unwilling to come out and play
The hand is eager
But the mind stays still
The heart too busy
I write and delete
White space unbroken
Unfulfilled by black ink
I sit here waiting
Begging for a visit from Calliope
I know you are there
I can hear your footsteps
As you slide
Behind doors, leaving no clues
Just a trace of something
Forgotten
A whimsy that could become
So much more
A flicker that goes out
Before the spark starts a fire
Elusive
Like butterflies in a hurry
To find the next flower
—Shaku Selvakumar April 2013

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Give me a book

Give me a corner
Give me some light
Give me a book

Now I have another world
Now I have new friends
Now I have another adventure

Where is this place that I have never seen?
How will they find the hidden door?
When will they defeat that devious foe?

Who knows what she might say
Who knows where he may go
Will they meet or wont they

The terrain inside more frightening
Than the storms outside
To seek, to discover, to share

Of monsters in closets
Of courage in the darkness
Of wonder, pain, love and redemption

And in the end when the sound
Has subsided, at exit stage left
When the credits roll

When the author has signed off
When you are still in thrall
When you let it sink so deeply in

You find another clue
Some insight, another missing link
To that which fiercely binds us all

So spin me a tale,
Give me that book,
A corner and some light.

— Shaku Selvakumar Feb 2013



Mother and Child. The book of books. Picture courtesy Vladimir Kush
Mother and Child. The book of books. Picture courtesy Vladimir Kush