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Noises and Voices-2
NOISES AND VOICES ( By S.Jagathsimhan Nair) In my hotel room I am abridged to a cube of light I fold up into silence The room is now full of noises I took nine months to notice its Paint’s tint. Its off pink brazenness Its saffron aloofness, its overall Oneness with my mind’s divisions. Masons’ toil and owner’s order And the combined craft receives Caparisoned flesh and fleshed souls Flesh that knows not openness Souls that know not oneness with space Despite its fast format of flux It’s but its very same sameness Wound up histories live side by but How are the living mere actors This strange physician with a stare Prescribes a drug- god dichotomy For cure. Another inmate kills his Cancer with liquor and cigar A plain youth plays cards with his peers Occasionally a bedlam Keeps mum or an argument mediates Meditate incurably or Float dead-flat in a rock-hard cot Caught in its vortex I am flying To its fringe. Is this bruise Showing out of the earth. Is it A piece of news blessing the battered Here now I’m once again abridged To a cube of nonchalant light I wake up from my silence The room is full of rare voices.
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