Alienation

In that
many-highfalutin-people-loaded party
an air of alienation sat next me,
my eyes met hundreds of their
species and returned to me
not knowing any.
They went to swim
through the sea of the eyes
but kept bouncing back .
Cream skinned girls
lurched about me.
I asked my skin
to converse with their
creamy tongue.
It said words
do not reach them,
their skin's
language is different.
My clothes didn't
find company
among starchy
suits and ties.
Amidst such a bustle,
such a throb,
such animated
chirrups of the elites,
I kept on slicing
the sour-tasted
cakes of time
and chewing.
I kept on counting
and pondering
how diminutive
is the world
I belong to and
what an enormous
world lies beyond that
where I am not known
and I do not belong to.










Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-10-29 at 16:48

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MeisI
It is for me an overwhelming
good experience to take
in the language and tone
of the writings you`ve done
2006-10-29