jolted awake
held upside down
in the malodor of a clinical hand.
the green masked monster
lifted me back, intently staring at me.
he wasn’t alone
white clad, a green masked jury
encircled me
a conspiracy brewing in their vicious minds
behind their shadowy eyes…
where is my cocoon?
what have I done to deserve this hell?
hysterical, I screamed.
the evil forces smiled in victory
holding the culprit, awaiting my verdict…
turned to the woman on the bed
sweated out, unsteady…
i am bloodied for a crime, i didn’t commit
i cried, she smiled
benefit of doubt
they cleaned me up
wrapped me in a sheet, swamped with
laundry stink
a dark cloud hovered
held me in his arms
i had never seen him before
he never appeared before
when I cried help
amidst chaos
i jaded a smile
arjun bagga 
Breaks your heart…
Breaks my heart…
Just as well none of us can remember our birth. No doubt it would be a traumatic memory. I like the way you portray this though, from the baby’s point of view and as something dark and sinister.
Thank you Sir!
I agree. Couple that with the photo selection, and a birth with continued life, in some cases, dark and sinister. Surely children, however, will find a reason to laugh and smile, amidst the darkness. One can hope…
Children are really resilient, luckily. 🙂
Bellissima questa descrizione della nascita!
Ma è il tuo compleanno?
non e ‘il mio compleanno -)
Grazie per avermelo chiesto però. Ti farò sapere quando si tratta
Ah va bene….grazie!
ciao
The words move me, as all new life does, but the accompanying image pains me. Nice juxtaposition. A birth should be a happy event, but I guess that depends on what the future for the little guy holds.
It’s the only image me could hide behind. I’ll attempt in following posts to connect the dots
I thought it worked well here.
Very strong image, Arjun.
Thanks Chris.
Really powerful lines…
Thank you -)
Starkly real;devastatingly expressive.
Image and words very strong.
Happy birthday and welcome to your journey on a one way street to death. No one here gets out alive.
And it doesn’t matter one wit how “wealthy” you may be or what “god” you may worship. We all share the same destination, regardless of what any “religion” may try to sell.
Just my opinion.
Consummatum est.
your opinion is mighty right. I hope though love finds us somehow, a glimpse is enough
“We look forward to the time when the power of love will replace the love of power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.”
William Gladstone (1809-1898)
Absolutely. We don’t know how that feels like.
I am speechless..
definitely a very sad sight. so heart-breaking.
Strong image.
So sad.
Love the pictures of the two boys. No idea that this was your birth??? it is obvious that my english minor has done me little good.
I was born in a wealthy family, brought up like them. I had no choice but to hide my childhood behind this picture, your english minor caught me red-handed
OMG just looked at the title. OMG. HA! HA! HA! Am on the road in Oregon chasing the sun and warmth. Limited internet. Will be back tonight. OMG! Ha!
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Powerful. 🙂
Brought up in a wealthy family? Don’t take this the wrong way – privilege never suited writers. I applaud your view of the world, the fortitude it must have required to not fit into your family mold, and your decision to follow your heart. My apologies if I speak out of place, I have no idea what your relationship is with your family. I sense however that you are forging your own way. For what it’s worth – doing a damn good job of it.
moving and evocative…Amazing thoughts to ponder.
Hi,
This is Maleeva from Daily News and Analysis (DNA), I wanted to feature your picture in our newspaper.
Please e-mail me at maleeva.dna@gmail.com with your reply.
This image is so powerful and poignant-and your point of view in the poem has got me thinking about what it would be like, if a newborn could articulate their thoughts-
and to add a small point here which I realized only after writing it, is our primary five sense come alive the moment we are born.
Thank you for the comment.
Arjun
Beautiful! It reminded me of the backwards life cycle:
You should start out dead and get that out of the way.
Then, you wake up in an old age home and start feeling better each day.
You eventually get kicked out for being too healthy.
Then go and live off your pension for a few years – see the world!
Then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.
You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement.
Then it’s off to college to drink beer and party! Get ready for High
School!
You go to primary school, you become a kid , you play.
You have no responsibilities, you become a baby, and then…
You spend your last nine months floating peacefully in luxury, in
spa-like conditions; central heating, room service on tap, larger quarters every day,
and then,
you finish off as an orgasm. 🙂
🙂 There is meaningful virtue in this thought.
if you look at future from the time/age/place you are right now, there is possibility to alter our outlook and approach to life.
I am 37, retired young for last 4 years 😀 Yes.
Hahah it’s a nice way to look at life, I have to agree. It gives a very optimistic perspective 🙂
You are young with lots of potential. Make the best of it.
I’m doing my best 🙂
Oh, Yes! and you bring out the best in others too!! 😉
It’s not something I consciously intend to do, but I’m glad you think that highly of me 🙂
I’d like to. We are word-tested for mutual admiration 🙂
Haha mutual admiration it is 😀
Ha Ha…if you decide otherwise, I’ll find you again in the coffee shop
You’ll recognise me bu the book in my hand 🙂
Tattoo!! 🙂
and the tattoos, yes 🙂
https://arjunbagga.wordpress.com/2012/12/16/infantaria/
Loved it! The ending was so prophetic 🙂
🙂 We met before!
In a galaxy far, far away….:D
And one more time if you remember
https://arjunbagga.wordpress.com/2012/11/23/joker/
“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
https://arjunbagga.wordpress.com/2012/12/25/spinozas-harmony-viii-2/
How come you have a post for all my replies? 🙂
In fact, you should answer what’s really happening here?
I guess great minds think alike 🙂
hm, so take me to your pad…show me around.
Hello, I’m Manon and I’ll be your guide. Where would you like to start your tour?
You are the sight of a blind man, my hand on your shoulder, I fear not…anywhere you wish!