ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ ഭ്രാന്തൻ നിലവിളികൾ കൊണ്ടിളകിയ
ഇന്നലെകളുടെ
ചീന്തിയ ഓടുകൾ നീക്കി
പതുക്കെ
ഒരു കള്ളൻ
അകത്തേക്കിറങ്ങി !
മലർക്കെ തുറന്ന ഒഴിഞ്ഞയൊരു അലമാരയെ പഴി ചാരി തിടുക്കത്തിൽ അവനെന്റെ ഉറക്കവും മോഷ്ടിച്ചു കൊണ്ടു പോയി!

I have this beautiful
simple
armless
blue colored plastic chair
and
I often rest my weary feet on it.
Almost forgot what ground felt like until today when I put the chair away.
But
seeing cracks on the walls,
which were never there before
I placed the chair back.

Now I remember !

He once told me
there were a leash of foxes
heeding and sniffing at mydoorside
without making a sound.
when I fell asleep on the otherside of the door.

From where did they come?


I do remember
when I heard their howling in distant
hold my father tightly.

Now I am neither scared of its howling
nor its blazing eyes.

An entwined memory of paternal bond and fearfulness made us life long fellas?

Are they still looking at my doorside?

A leash of foxes!

From where did they come?

Did they leap out of some forgotten shrubs of memories?
©sumi