The Doctor's Appointment

By Priyanka Bhandarkar

The same tactics

One finger on the mouth but visible 

Asking you to keep silent.

You entered the dwelling place of doctors

Nevertheless present during the passage of spring 

I mean open during all seasons.

Swearing all to themselves.

Rumor of a smile with a past tense.

Those crystal conversations we make.

remove the glass ceiling,

Like justice learned from a molecule

Left ajar is the tongue out

Tugging at the rope until you lose.

And now the gaze shifts

Counting articles on the table 

Water no longer quenched the throat but eyes 

Voices unrecognizable in the chamber 

Reflects the hunger for words. 

Jump jump on those walls

True painted walls.

Green and brown.

Like doing justice to sickness.

The frankness of the frogs

Noticed is the calmness in each and everybody's eyes

Why pick up only phone calls?

And no thing is understood

Except the wind rotating distinctly in the room 

and loosely piled those sheets of paper into files

A sparkling hand on them.

You entered the dwelling of those frogs

Gave an enticing answer at the reception 

Maybe wondering if they will let you in early.

Crucified the well rewarded society 

The color of ash does not change 

A little lost,a little gain.

Besting your relationships 

Eager to be called first. 

But you are not lucid.

Tallying the rotating doors with a bet

The number of times you walked across the same door hoping 

Through the waiting years 

To jump the mile by paying extra fees.

Confined in the brilliant room

Faced with a broken star

Waking in the eyes,throat dry.

History that persuades 

To receive an authentic autograph,

Of the doctor.

No walls can resist praise

The discussion over in a few minutes 

The room carried my observations 

The same decor and mementos 

Of great expectations 

Pack your bags.

The last person to guess the truth 

You came out alive !

By Priyanka Bhandarkar