Lost! Or Mirage in the Desert*
When they tried to kill the mare
I was a witness:
I laughed, I cried
I hid my face
In Your Arms
I forgot the lash hitting my face
I forgot that it’s time for You to go
Afternoons of July
Nights of December
Longing for the dream to come true
An axe hurting me
An arrow hurting You
The never ending twilight
The never ending peril
Is it the lust of vodka?
Or the sadist in us:
(He who hurt shall never drink my vine,
Licker, beknowest thy day has come,
Kiss thy inner Satan,
Who makest thou a log for eternal fire!)
(II)
While others were eating
I drank
From a river – azure river
Inside the water resides shining pebbles
Glaring like diamante
I become camel
They laughed
And fastened me to a pole
I broke the pole
They caught me
And cut my forelegs
They barbecued them
In front of my eyes
A tear-drop lost in sand
A mind lost to absurdity
I joined them in laughter
And ate my legs!
(III)
And death was in view
And my baby sister lies naked,
Shivering as hell
Then, smiling as a lady of the night
Her childish smile
And red vine like lips
Were kisses of death
Cut to teenage:
She is sitting on my leg
Asking to be honoured as me
She was hiding her face in my chest
Weeping, so to be loved forever by me.
After that,
I saw her dead body in the Parish
Lying between daffodils, in coffin
The girl with the clay feet
I saw green leaves in autumn
I poisoned my wife and went to Alaska bare footed
I hurt my Life;
Her hands besmirched with gun powder
Her mind tainted with love
A small mouse slept with me
I tried to catch
But it slipped like an eel
I tried to call the manager
But His Ragness was nowhere to be found
In the light of a put out candle
Water was overflowing;
Flooding my city
They were blinding my ears
In this ocean
I found Dry River
And drowned myself in it
The lone ranger said,
“Yes, it is not”
(I) & (II) 2012-07-15
(III)
2012-09-03
* This poem is inspired from
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky and nonsense poets like Edward
Lear.
