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Friday, February 6, 2009


Behind the rectangular glass case

A bent head, lit sideways by a lamp

A lens, stuck into the socket of the right eye

A forceps in hand, drawing out

The innards of a dead watch.


Tickers tick loud

Tolling, the impending doom.

Watches lie about

In various states of disembowelment.

Old, huge clocks hang in the walls

Like Capuchin monks in the catacombs.


How precise! His fingers wield the tiny tool

And stab it into the underbelly of my watch.

I stand still -  

My time is at his mercy.


 Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 06-02-2009


  1. i did not understand about capuchin monks.y the reference ??

  2. Beautiful. The next tick may or may not happen... And an ordinary scene is suddenly loaded with suspense.


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