The five minutes in a killed lift
The soft buzz is killed all of a sudden.
The world flickers, blinks as the lights die and born.
You can listen to millions of words
the mind speaks at a given time, at once.
And then the tide comes, the gush of dark salt
sweeps the sanity away, it struggles.
The anger, the frustration, the fear
are the grinning ghosts keeping their hands
on your shoulder and softly saying, “Panic!”
he talks with her and she talks with him.
So many expressions, the anger has.
The lift melts, the lift metamorphizes.
In a steel cage what the birds talk about,
freedom? An October sky? Their nests?
With a jerk the lift comes to life, the couple nods.
The paths separate again, floors differ.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 67
I got stuck in a lift in Lucerne. It was a tiny, two person car. No one could get the thing moving, so some hotel employees took the door off the hinges and lifted us down. It wouldn't have been so bad if there wasn't such a crowd watching.
This is the BEST poetic piece I've read from you! I LOVE THIS ONE ~ in it's ENTIRETY ~ Every single line.
This will be FEATURED this WEEKEND in Dream Depths
This one is just SLAMMING!
Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way.
In the end, it is the person you become, not the things you have achieved, that is the most important.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
This poem is transcendent.
10 4 u
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
A gilded cage..........
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"And then the tide comes, the gush of dark salt
sweeps the sanity away, it struggles.
The anger, the frustration, the fear"
Having been trapped in both a lift AND a rip tide, (though not at the same time, tee hee) I'd say that you captured the gut feeling of both quite chillingly... Nice work Poddar
Thank you for posting this to the Ratings Rampage Group
I can feel the slow panic of being stuck in such a confined space since I am mildly claustrophobic and also the rush of having a deep, personal "moment" with a complete stranger in an elevator only to seperate like nothing ocurred when the doors open.