Raising the bar
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Come along, mate,
Let us cross this concourse of coincidences and pray before this
ever-evaporating deity of oblivion.
And offer the termite hills of our doubts
at the altar of this counter-god.
Placed before his liquid justice
is our shared compendium of one mind
two heads and four arms in the form
of some kind of a binary or joke.
Are we algebraically trying to tie up
the imponderables like
mind, head and means,or just
offering up our movables like
money and matrimony and
immovables like kids and ****.
But the new mind is a dumb platform
like meadows are just mud
And the means as always converges
to come-what-may.
Any which way, let us not go slow
into our convulsions
into contrition
into oblivion.
Inspiration:The painting ' Two women sitting at a bar' by Pablo Picasso, 1902.
24 nov 2015.
Categories:
movables, drink,
Form: Free verse
Love and care
It is movables love plus care
Obtained to our mom
It real love I dare
We found from our real mom
It is loved future seen
Given by our black mom
Love and fear
It is totally fear
Regenerated from our dad
Though it is clear
Good manner from our dad
Love and help
Help me my blood sister
We are born to assist each other and not fight
My direction and teacher
Show me where to reach my peace fetcher
Love and fight
Let me look
Behold my little best
Israel and Pakistan,
The brotherhood states never best
Me and you
Not sister and you
Construct a developmental fight
A peaceful fight
Though I’m a real Sudanese
I can cope to be a real sweetish
Love and life
Never pretend a knife
Cutting a beef life
You are the husband of the wife
Blame me not
I’m in life
Censure me not
I gonna have a real life
To see my back not to admire my fore
Love and care and fear and help and fight and life
A real and definite friend do
An exe and a hole
Other dig and the other cut
Let us become
The knife of peace
To cut the beef of wars
The reddish of betrayal
Likely, notably the blackness of poverty
Categories:
movables, care, fear, life, love,
Form: I do not know?