Illumination

by Devayani Anvekar

            peeping 
 
    sticking  itself  out.
            My self
   like an           eyeball  out
of  its                         socket
deep                           hollow.
Peering               through a
         tiny   whole.
         A   pinpoint
                hole.
    Cutting  through  dense
deep   dark             pit  black  room
wail.   Howl.           A  piteously sobbing
wall
suddenly          come  alive.
Blistering  rays            of  high
 flames.      Rising fire.
Or.
A sizzling
afternoon.        A relentless
hovering   sun.
Or.
A thousand 1000 Watts
        bulbs        glowing.
     On  the       other  side
 of  this                        dark  black
side.                             My  self  
a sore                          raging eye
peering                                   hard
through                              the impossible.
A pin                                        point
hole.                                        Hope.
To  see.                               To  know.
 
Peeping.                                  Defying.

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Devayani Anvekar is an illustrator and caricaturist of social and domestic issues, she lives in Goa, India. She writes poetry, fiction, and non-fiction prose when drawing fails to help her grasp the human struggle. Her written-work has appeared in 50-Words-Stories, The Metaworker, The Genre Society, Witcraft, Feed The Holy, and is forthcoming in BULL.