Mileposts

by K.S. Subramanian

I give a guttural laugh at a fancy
that often jerks me with a numbing pain;
almost like a scab that surfaces
and dissolves with an antidote.
Mileposts look so similar,
also sinister as if it is a shadow
one chases with nose buried in the sand;
When it feels like you have reached it
it appears a bit like stranger in the distance;
or the shadow tantalisingly
evading your grasp.

A mirage, delusion or reality?
I would only swallow the query, not digest it;
Ashes too taste good at times, right?

06-Jan-2016

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Comments on this Poem

Thanks Aoarnaji for the choice.

Mani
09-Jan-2016 21:43 PM

Thanks Mr. Mouli.

Mani
09-Jan-2016 21:41 PM

Thanks for a nice poem,sir. Mileposts look like a mirage, make one feel it a reality, with ultimate realisation that delusion is the word.
Powerful poem as ever.regards.

T.S.Chandra Mouli
09-Jan-2016 08:45 AM