Monday, August 14, 2006

Footsie

Koliwada prawns in the
fisherwoman’s tokri
were as stale as
her shriveled toes.

Worn-out bichhiya
became the
much-married behenji.

The six-year-old's
shocking pink shoes lit up,
just as she flashed
her mischievous grin.

Menacingly inching
its way,
graying capitalist’s
crocodile boots
moved in
for the kill.

Muscular contours
of the sporty shoe
stretched out
as sprightly teen
jumped onto train.

As stilettos dug
into her heel,
corporate bitch
decided to
fire her assistant.

Flag-selling
urchin lost
his sole chappal
whilst running
to avoid the
oncoming traffic.

Preoccupied on
cellphone,
college gal’s
flip flops stepped
into puddle.

…And I looked
down on all
from high ground
— my good ol’ platforms!

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

nice pictures. and nice poems. i enjoyed the descriptions of the people on the desk, and think i know who most of them are :-)

3:26 pm  
Blogger ironyofdparadox said...

Hey gurl... thanx. I'm sure you know all of whom I talkin abt... In fact our office lends itself to a comic epic ;) Sorry couldn't reply earlier. Jus chkd my blog a/c 2day. Was kinda caught up in the frenzy of a wedding. Heard a lot abt you frm crazy frog... you know who I'm talkin abt. You have written interesting stuff 2 :)

11:32 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

thanks too :-) i can't stop staring at those kerala pics everytime i come here.
ouch, so what have u heard about me?

8:47 pm  
Blogger ironyofdparadox said...

All things nice... Isn't tht wat u want 2 hear? ;)

5:29 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ofcourse... i love compliments ;)

9:30 pm  

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