The Lost Tricycle

Thursday, March 24, 2005 | 8 comments

by

Gurinder Singh



The shimmer of chrome,
Ruddy translucence,
Rumble of hollow vinyl
And the muffled fragrance of the off-the-shelf
novelty.

Dangling rakishly from dad's hand.
Suspended like animation.
Eyes, wide like two full moons,
Glued.
Breath bottled up within the tiny breast.
Love, at first sight.

The small personal revolution;
The voyages into the distant;
Whirligigs of heady discoveries;
New friends and new enemies in conquered territories;
The Columbus and the unchartered sightings of
innumerable Americas.

Poof!!
Gone.
All gone,
Into the vortex of years.
The shimmer mangled into refashioned knick-knack,
The Red seat buried in a gutter refusing to decompose,
The wheels melted into a newer cycle of usefulness.

The lost tricycle.
Thursday, March 24, 2005 | permalink | 8 comments

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8 Comments:

Why'd you have to make the end so tragic? I was loving it as far as the third verse.

By Blogger Nickie`, at March 25, 2005 9:33 AM  

Nice one, Gurri. I look forward to seeing a lot more.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at March 25, 2005 12:54 PM  

Thanks guys.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at March 27, 2005 4:41 AM  

Beautifully pieced..heart-warming stuff!

By Anonymous Anonymous, at March 27, 2005 4:52 AM  

lovely. :)

SSS

By Blogger morpheus, at March 28, 2005 10:31 PM  

bohot aala Guri paa jee, bohot aala! Tussi chaa gaye O! :)

By Anonymous Anonymous, at March 30, 2005 10:43 AM  

ooye Gurri..good one ooye

New friends and new enemies in conquered territories
The Columbus and the unchartered sightings of innumerable Americas.

so damn true...remids me of
Kagaz ki kashti-JS

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 04, 2005 2:39 AM  

Awwwwww :) Absolutely lovely!

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 07, 2005 9:36 PM  

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