| Gokul |
Posted
on 21-Jul-02 10:31 AM
Words
A tedious caravan of falsities is out for a sempiternal peregrination.
Every man is gypsylike, ridiculous but painful.
Like a funeral procession marching to attend a macabre show,
When the sun sets and birds fly towards their nests,
It returns with blanched faces facing downward-
As all pieces of nothingness juxtaposed together and I discover
-Manikin is a better approximation for man (than man himself).
Like a musk deer in search of its own musk,
Krishna, Alexander, Michaelangelo
Hitler, Buddha, and Bach.
Every history page is a battleground for lies.
Every word’s death there is Abhimanyulike –
Concocted, unjust, insidious.
The maggots of might creep all over human civilization
Not enduring the itches and rashes and burnings of caterpillars
People call “butterflies”.
When I construct no chapel but radiation factories,
Create hunger, death, epidemics.
And scribble shamelessly the eunuch of words.
Every alphabet seem Machiavelli and Judas,
Words! Thou art that.
A tedious caravan of falsities is out for a sempiternal peregrination.
Every word is Shikhandilike, haggard but harmful.
Like a black hole devouring all consciousness.
It triumphs and spreads its black faces
Throughout the embroidered, leather covered history books.
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