I’ll tell you why I almost
hate you. When we were
very young, we found an
old house, with a broken
down door.
Since I found it first, (ten
seconds before you), it
was my body that pushed
against its wooden weight.
We were small and this is
how we always entered
rooms. Our hands too thin
to pull handles, our entire
beings pushed on doors.
The puppy saw me first.
(Just like I had seen the
house.) It pushed its furry
belly against me. You were
jealous. Obviously.
So you turned to me, and
said your shirt must be dirty.
That so many big boys must
pee on this door. I shook my
head. You insisted. You said
their dry pee would touch
my skin in eleven minutes.
I ran home. It was too late.
I thought for days, that a
stranger’s pee might have
entered my blood.
I see you now. And you’re
exactly the same. The
splitting vision of my child-
hood headache.
—-
I don’t like this boy.
Ah… evilness and jealousy when young… I know a kid (now adult) who never outgrew it. Very sad indeed.
Nilu – why is it a boy? Could be a girl…
What a beast.
The poem starts at the 2nd line of the first stanza and finishes with the fourth stanza. The rest is unnecessary… (pee crap whateva.. )
Quite Creative. Nice stuff
hi neha.
am a regular reader of your blog but probably havent commented before. find your posts v interesting.
was going through your archives for posts on london and saw a comment abt cafe diana somewhere. was a bit excited because one of my daughter’s classmates’ parents run it!
Amen to the photograph
Nilu: If it was a girl?
Shripriya: I am curious too – why would Nilu think it’s a boy. Perhaps adults aren’t meant to outgrow things – only hide them better…
dipali: I have a feeling the beast would have gotten an ear-twister from you!
tinkertoon: Good thing you didn’t write it..
Narayan: Thanks
enfoured: Really? Small world after all then! :)
Arun Pillai: Thanks :)
Hey Neha, a good one!
how refreshing your blog is! i just loved reading it. and this poem..
exasperated is the tone. :)