DECORATIVE FUNCTIONS
flowering
in
full
splendour
blossoming
seasonal
moods
of
atmospheric
phenomena
in
welcome
pleasure
unperturbed
imaginings
anticipating
the
precarious
vigour
of
correlative
characteristic
creations
An old world united.
Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned.
Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour.
Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed
From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities.
Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations.
Wanting correlative wants with downhearted, optimistic, realism.
Will I again feel wind or sunshine rays on my face?
What extant future awaits if triumphant?
Questions of an unrevealed fate retain minds insecurely occupied.
This dark establishment suffocates this uncertain future.
Artificial lights guide our way, breathing air amassed in dirt.
Youthful generations accept their existence as studious to no other.
Below the surface, we crusade to combat & reclaim.
Patience furthermore perseverance.
Determined, we manoeuvre to arise.
A NEW world united.
The last leaves fall down.
But his inscape is not bare.
Myriads of wild growths,
he’s pruned with shears.
His pupils blossom in the
distant desert too. But the
wind brings not only the
floral fragrance He’s a
lightship on the sea of
ignorance. His scarlet
desires lie frozen beneath
the moral cliff. Age and
efficiency aren’t always
correlative.Yet it’s time
for his funeral in service.
His knowledge will no
longer be ignited in the
classroom.That brass bell
will ring in his memory.
Retirement is foreign in
origin, unbecoming for his
indigenous passion. Robert
Frost’s two roads appear
again. He will make
another wise choice. To
retire to rest is to rust.
Dedicated to the protagonist in the poem, Mr.Sachidanandan T K.
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
BF’s Girl
Man is identified by behavior.
I say man and she demands an
Accounting. The definitive correlative
Can not be spoken. The constant common
Can not be held in union. I must discourse
All caveats else no communion, no love.
What of it? I can stick a thermometer
Up her ass and she registers normal.
All biology, chemical registry, hormone
Therapy, cat scan technology yield
No abrasion any unguent could quench.
I say what harm I live and chose, too?
She speaks of a box she wasn’t raised in,
Impacts everything. A falling body accelerates
Jubilant of nearing home. Childproof or regret it.
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