Mechanised
hearts that show disgust for human fragrances from the
folds of the earth.
Ears that cannot take in the notes of the koel. Lungs
that happily inhale only carbon monoxide.
Black smoke-snakes that have devoured the stars.
Glass mansions that have robbed the rainbows.
The moon that has smeared soot on its smooth cheeks.
Nostrils that distastefully "sip" pollution
at least little by little with ears against the siren.
Raindrops whose signatures disappear seconds after falling
on the earth's frying pan.
The air that twirls around itself feeling suffocated.
The morning bird that chops its own wings at night in
its nest.
Clouds that lie inebriated having drunk from the ocean.
The sun that never wakes up in the eastern hearts. |
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Picking
up tearful memories that are dropping
Shaking hands each moment with death
Melting, while waiting, sighing
as moments turn into centuries
Loathing the natural
Embracing the unnatural
Carving sorrowful letters
on the walls of experience
Applying new colours to the face
without removing the stains on history
Reading lessons of the future
in the dark light of the present
Silently as human trees on either side of the roads… |
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Memory of long lost existence all sensations having dried
up,
all feelings and experiences lingering nervously somewhere
in the layers of the heart.
Shapes sprouting artificially having lost all human qualities.
Vaguely remembering having hidden all 'isms' carefully
in the pockets, but having lost humanism somewhere. Many
centuries have passed since our death as human beings.
Hence, a new life now. From Stone age once again to Stone
age… |
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