( 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.
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