by Raju Peddada
Poetry
(Swans - February 24, 2014)
An amazing thing is this fingertip,
it freezes our memories,
and releases them in melancholy.
The tip turns the page,
that compresses an entire life,
releasing us from mortality.
It has written history, and erased it,
turned savages to human,
yet, dogmatic rituals persist.
The tip dragged us to modernity,
with all our baggage intact,
and right back into the wars.
The fingertip builds the city,
with lovely neighborhoods,
and loving ladies at every corner.
It Power-points your career,
bringing in the bucks, and glory,
and that toilet paper too.
The fingertip is the society's gift,
for Going up and down, fast,
and for what?
It presses digits to connect you,
tells how much you own, and owe,
and then, it disconnects you.
The tip locates the finest splinter,
making surgeries seem simple,
and the invoices painful.
The fingertip holds the future,
imagine being a hostage to it,
if agreements are breached.
Let's celebrate the sensitive tip,
for its grandiose accomplishments,
never realizing what was missed.
Nature's gift to us, all the fools,
ignorant of the true glory, in its use,
on your woman, and
your nose!
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About the Author
Raju Peddada is an industrial designer running an eponymous brand, purveyor of ultra luxury furnishings of his own design (see peddada.com). He is also a freelance correspondent/writer for several publications, specializing in commentary, essay, and opinions on architecture, design, photography, books, fashion, society, and culture. Peddada was born in Tallapudi, a small southern town in south India. He's lived in New Delhi and Bombay before migrating to the West Indies and eventually settling in Chicago, Illinois, where he worked in corporate America until he chose to set up his own designing firm. He lives with his family in Des Plaines. (back)