the human apocalypse
there was darkness at noon
the screaming scavengers
restless pursuit...
the sun eclipsed
the moon turned bloody
the trees devoid of life nourishing sap
the graves upturned
skeletons strewn across the wasteland
oceans retracing tsunamic steps
rivers parched to thirst
sacrificing babies at desperate altars
sisyphus pushing the boulder uphill
i walk on, pained at my own aching tooth
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from womb to tomb
the umblical cord has snapped
and i see myself in the mirrors of the world
trying to identify with that woman
On Razor's edge, would i be tested?
would i be blown in a thousand directions?
while the delicate glass is moulded
shall my spirit overcome uextinguished
Do i dare trust humans
with faces out of kaleidoscope
one shade less, one hue graver
Teddy bears won't be soft anymore
scaring me with that carnivorous teeth
the eyes of fairies not so benign
as their hardness would gnaw at my heart
solidified tears would refuse to fall
choked voice humiliating me
while depth would be equated with cowardice
would I forever be procrastinating?
in this journey from womb to tomb
or like the protagonists of many plays
"I can't go on, i will go on.."
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Feels like beautiful thoughts oozing out from the unhindered mind taking things real in the form of a poem...a very good read indeed!
ReplyDeleteNice poem. Appreciate your thoughts of a human being's own intense sensitivity towards one ownself.
ReplyDeletethanks anupam
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