A Treacherous Drop
- a Poem
- by Gayathri Durairaj
The cliff, almost dangerously parched,
So damp underneath, but still dry as a carcass.
Alive in elements of colour and presence
Breathing…yet dying in existence.
Brandished rocks stuck close together
Creepers interwoven hang by the tether.
Glued surfaces embody fragility,
A sense of caution bound by uncertainty.
Water splashes mean nothing anymore,
Change expectantly knocks freedom’s door,
What is the unwitting desire?
Blazened loneliness whispers to start a fire.
Has the fire burnt enough with flames,
On the many mountains and numerous plains?
A privileged set of plants seek eagerness maybe refuge,
Vulnerable ones naked under the sky, utterly bemused!
Burning might condition the proverbial rock and stem,
But the blisters cause disturbance and mayhem!
Gayathri Durairaj
from Hong Kong, is a writer, poet and a global nomad. An economist by training, Gayathri ran a Writers’ club at the American School of Bombay where she spearheaded 3 anthologies. Her works have been published in many magazines. ‘Quintessential Me’ was published as her 1st book of poems and she’s currently working on her second.
