Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Polish. Nail. Like that.

The polish glided over the nail. Like glistening, flowing tar being laid over gravel. And I smoothed it gingerly with the brush. Like walking with stilettos over mud. A questioning touch to see it has dried, a bit too soon. Like a moment of hunger that leads to a scalded tongue for a week. I try painting it over again. Like replaying an old conversation to find newer meaning. And it smudges more. Like the melting ice cream that drools with great merriment away from the cone.

In the light of the day,I smile looking at it. A little flawed. Like me.

4 comments:

Anu said...

Perfect metaphor, that moment of hunger and the scalded tongue! :) And smudging conversations. Brilliant!

Hemamalini said...

@Anu..With a practical demonstration today..:)

Anonymous said...

That was an awesome post Hema ! Loved it ...Sadhana

Hemamalini said...

Hiiii Sadhu! How and where are you! And thank you. Its awesome to hear from you:)