Ecstasy
In thine altercating world
mystified trauma holds the nature beneath its feet
tranquilizing the cluttered spirit.
Behind the obscure wall of realism,
he lay there unmoved
cutting his tongue
by his own teeth
repenting in dust and ashes.
In the faded light,
I see dark patches all around
breathing in isolation,
I hear the drunken vowels of misery:
the ecstasy floating in air
-paralysed.
And they sleep with their partners
in the closed closet
with their black apparels on
hoping for a moon to rise
as the night passes
in the midst of the street!
-A fantasy?
-A reality!!
Copyright © Neeraj Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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