Melancholia 1
We mere shadows seek supports
When somewhere else lie our beings
Uncared for in inarticulate shores,
By debris left of uprisings.
Before the delayed departure
Does our bliss alight for a while
On precipices. In the brief
Interlude within eternity.
Can traverse on and on it seems.
We are never sure. But sure is
Someone somewhere out there. In the
Unsteady search after him
We seek in crevices of despair
The happiness that is someone’s
And in slots of slothfulness
Activity that is somewhere
Within partitions of prejudice
Peace that fills this whole space.
Let stepping on a step be
Stepping out of a sticky stretch
Listen, O.singer, listen
To the low cry of the sky
In the ambivalent interlude
Between highs of perturbed psyches
To the unheard lullaby of
The would-be-mother in the
Throbbing sentiments of wombs
To the chilling details of
Gory murder committed inside
Benevolent exteriors
To the sweetened nothings doled out
In stainless steel spoons , alongside
Wholesome meals in golden plates.
Say with firmness your final word
When word has still not turned bad
Synthesise the words in your songs
Living on expansive tracts
Of labored compromise, we rest
Brooding on the breakage of lull
Pallid is the searchlight till
Someone takes it on. Some console
Some. We are never consoled
From hard country sides are coming
Cowherds in groups bringing in
Everlasting good hope and cheer
Coming with the groups is candour
Calling from nowhere. Made up faces
Pale in the pallid still lights.
Come in and call the legions
Guarding honourable deeds
Come in and watch the heroics
Going on in honourable names
Going with the wind is the
Little piece of change. Peace be
Unto earth atleast , the storm
Having passed. And wait
For the whirlwind curled up in peace.
Simple tales tell of samplings
Of world. Some are like
Surging surf in shores of gold.
Some are like rocky remains
Of holocausts cast out in the
Smouldering corners of mind.
Not even by error does the
Dead stuff relive. None in the camp
Is one with the sizzling gang.
In the light-driven carriage
Of earth, we bask in sunshine,
Melt in rain, and freeze in thunder.
Pardon the sin that is not
Pardon the trespass that passed
Pardon the pardoned again and again.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For PD's Contest ( entered on 11th jun 12 )
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2012
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