Wednesday, August 15, 2012


Conversation with a Stranger
One day he asked someone hiding inside
the bodily façade like a fugitive,
‘Who are thou?
And why despite all the architectural negativities
people define thou positively?’
From it unreachable deep cellar
that someone raised it germ-free, disinfected voice,
‘I am the exiled one without choice,
While the bones and the flesh around me
in worldly spotlight rejoice,
I just take the ordained backseat
and watch the game of
birth, survival, struggle and death
played inside the castle on the shaking stage.
‘Don’t you feel perplexed by the passing days?’
Again the query was voiced,
‘Don’t you feel bad or ever you rejoiced?’.
It answered in a heavy, impassive tone,
‘Thy gimmick cannot shake my throne,
In the timeless shades I spend my time here
and when the castle will be broken
the death squad will find the door open,
Away I’ll fly with the figures of
deeds and misdeeds to the final court,
and if it is found short,
again I’ll be exiled.
It has been like this for thousands of years,
but I never rejoice at new birth
nor weep at death and shed tears,
My book lies in mighty primordial hands
and the player to settle cores changes with worldly trends,
I am the same forlorn, exiled child
of the majestic, mighty father,
It’s a never-ending game perhaps,
A tiny cog on the chessboard of creation,
Let’s see how high and mighty you make the castle,
Void will then gobble the tone and stars!’

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