This is a silly post
though I dare to call it a poem. Read it
at your own risk.
“In the room the women come and go
Talking of
Michelangelo.”
T S Eliots’ Prufrock had at least the consolation of
women coming and going talking of Michelangelo.
I’m back to
regular routine tomorrow. And women will
come and go talking of duties, workshops and seminars. They call themselves experts. They will dictate the terms and
conditions. They have the backing of a
religious sect.
Weialala leia
Wallala
leialala
The winter
break is over. The real break is going to begin. Religious
break?
Or feminine
break?
I’m looking
forward to Madame Sosostris with her Tarot cards. She will determine the future.
The future
of her staff. She has started by
terminating the services of the redundant.
Who is not
redundant in this world?
Is the
expert essential?
Is the Swami
ji essential?
Is the
Manager essential?
In this “Unreal
City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,”
the crowd is
thinning down the sullied Yamuna’s banks.
Old Delhi.
Too
old. Dying.
Dying in Khooni
Darwaazas.
Died long
ago at India Gate and Raj Path. Only Jan
Paths may remain open.
At Jantar
Mantar.
Sighs, short
and becoming infrequent, are still exhaled.
Sita lila.
In Ram lila grounds.
Satis.
Satis coming
as sirens. As queens. And then?
Back to
square one.
Back to
duty. to life and its routine obligations.
To
patriarchy?
Or promised
matriarchy? Where paternity will be an
opinion
and
maternity will be the only fact of identity?
Nevermind.
Life is.
I am not at
all a masculinist.
somehow i loved this chaotic poem or what you call.. i favour disorder sometimes.. that's what you got here.. it says much more between the lines that the lines themselves... wonderful effort..
ReplyDeleteWhen our life has been thrown into chaos, what can we do, Deepak?
DeleteOrder has to be discovered, I know. This is an exercise in the course!
I liked this surrealistic piece!
ReplyDeleteWe sometimes need raw things without make-up:)
Raw, exactly, Amit. When it's cooked, it will become a regular post - like what I normally write :)
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