"I shall show you fear in a handful of dust"...T S Eliot
A 'why?" echoes thro busy shopping plazas
An actress stares blankly at the roaring audiences beneath
The empty skies above
the rubble underneath
the sun rose from behind the rock
and disappeared behind it everyday
at night the wolves howled from the top
and the eyes sleepless for a thousand years still gather more unease
set your vision as far as u can
the barren stones still stare back at you
the no-one animals ...the nobody furniture
.....echoing thro corriddors of oblivion
"Who are u? Who are you?"
Like diving at night into endless seas
Like put inside a capsule and exiled into space
Disappearing ..nameless...without a trace...
2 comments:
at first I thought, I should search for the best lines... I failed... I don't know.. I knew it well you can always have this vision this imagination... of the barren stones...and the land of nobody... but I have never seen any of your poem so much successful expressing it so truly... this "nothing" feelings... and the hollow days... everything... I am face to face with a painting in the wall... this is defintely a original one... this is a perfect one... osadharon...
thik hollow days niya nay...kobita ta..autism is a psychological disease where a child fails to develop a relationship with the living world...it is about such a silence...if u have ever felt fear looking at people busy with life...if u have your identity vanishing ..fading into the nobody stones....the natural laws..everyday the sun rises..everyday it sets...it was easy for someone to think...that sun was a god who loves us...but its not... it just a nobody doing its work.and it will kep on doing whether u die or live...like our homes ..our sense of beauty..they dont know us...in this ocean of namelessness..we are trying to define us...trying to hold on to something...
but we cant...we shall disappear nameless without a trace..it is about that fear
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