On Predictions 1

ON PREDICTIONS ( by S.Jagathsimhan Nair) What paths and brambled brooks I passed to halt In this corny beat, to question my salt What transcends this sum and what spills over This reminder as scowling recompense What more in an uneven air that chafes At its own breath. What questions after such Unmixed wisdom come of unspoken word. Read my palm and the tangle of lines in unsuspected stir Read my planets making planned mystery in motion overhead And tell your considered surmise of my roller-coaster drive And tell if it’s right that mine is just another clueless tale Don’t keep staring in my eyes and telling all mumbo-jumbo stuff Unravel you can’t even the contents of a grain of sand You can tell of goals to aim at but not the sights I lose You can tell of failures gone through but not what I failed. Here lies the burden there lies the dream but where is the promise Where lives the omniscient sage the old truant sobered with age You and I are making journeys to the death-holes of prophets Who dies after who dies after who dies after who and when. Try gather my conscience encapsuled in unearthy voices Try equal my inkling into the insides of a riddle What hoodoos what predictions what jinxes and sordid warnings After all that and what not of just a peep into one’s life. S.Jagathsimhan Nair For Skat's 5th poem on soup contest