Ananta Madhavan

Turning Point - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

He quoted from the stars as though that proved the point;
Sensing drama in the turn of a car at the gateway,
Or the fall of a letter on the doormat,
Like a sigh of desolate waiting;
Or the infant telephone in shrill complaint against its cradle,
Demanding to be taken up and coddled,
Or even the rare tree
That quivered in rapturous lightning.

Who signals the denouement does it in subtler ways,
Not through these hard, heralding omens,
The bric-a-brac of playwrights without plots,
But in some change of mood upon a nameless day,
After or maybe during breakfast,
Remembering a crescent moon
Seen suddenly as a silver fruit-bowl.

Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Wrote it in youth. It was published in an Indian weekly.

Comments about Turning Point by Ananta Madhavan

  • Rookie - 40 Points Tanya Gupta (4/6/2014 9:31:00 PM)

    nice poem, good job (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 69,929 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/6/2014 2:24:00 AM)

    very good writing, good one, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 7, 2014

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