by Rimi Phukan
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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Here, the revelations come from anonymity.The words come as they please and the protagonist loses his self as his dilemma becomes ours."Vision" helps us to see inwards for a clearer view of ourselves.Human beings cannot bind themselves to anything for long.There is an existence beyond this immediate life and it is only our "vision" that takes us there.
It’s been going on so
Since we decided not to see
What lies without and within?
That packaged gift of love
And the assorted lies
The ramblings of a maniac
Inflections of psychedelic emotions
Internal hemorrhagic choked windpipes
Taking to the dark streets of wantonness
The magic of carrying all the pain
We run away and run into
The different notions of ‘being’
I sit in the throne of life, an unchallenged authority
We bathed in the silvery streaks of moon,
Yet the stakes run too high.
Wear your armour now
The faces are all covered in masks
You went out smiling like a child
Into the cool remnant of a dream-
A dream invisible like the air you will never see
The music is too intense
Decries a tumultuous cacophony
I chant my prayer, ”Om namah Sivai”!
I blow it out into the thin air…for your peace
Too much of everything is apoplectic.
The visionary visited me in my dreams
The sores of the world are festering
“You are an emotional litter”, he said.
He saw the black hole in my heart
I have seen the burning in their eyes
The transient quality of truth
The evil claws of the eternal clock
Mutations and variations of desires
Alternate patterns of life
Manifests old scores and the spirit unsettles
The story goes as-
The personal innuendoes and the oral transgressions,
In the deficit look of the faceless faces
The tell tale signs of a faded mystery
Of a face without a history
This far away look of the vagabond
With his junkie clothes and unkempt hair do
Awesome genius, and human beast
Creating a sequel to a great love story
Fantasizing wet dreams, beneath a white canopy
Dead man tell no tales…
“The woman he dreamt about was a porcelain beauty
The heart was made of lead and her eyes shone like diamonds
Her almond shaped face was all he adored
She jabbed him with her jibes
And he lusted for a life with her
For 24 hours and 30 minutes she enamoured him
She was all charms and he all biles
They played numerous games of love
She was smiling and he was bleeding
He said, “She tasted like clove”
He spate fireballs of hate in Lucifer’s territory
She heralded an ACDC opening… (after Christ Devil comes).
She’s got the Devil’s number 666.
She ‘s the Queen of the Damned and he the Fallen angel!
She the sinner he the sinned
He the damned, she condemned.”
Man and Woman are each other’s West side story.
True love stories are written on sand and washed away by rain.
We understand only what we know
We don’t want to know what we don’t understand…
The left over and hang over
The seized alacrity of senses
An incorrigible addiction of wronged affections
Sketches the inner eye of doom.
I wake up from my reverie
The vision ends here
It’s only the air.