I
wondered for how far would this go, just how far would we be able to drag each
other?
Drunken
men would rage along the streets, sunk
In
occasional spurts & in splashes of madness;
Men
on madness, and madness on men drunk
Wave
about, as if to revolt against an unknown sadness
Against
future’s spirits & ghosts of the past
From
graves of time that emerge to avenge
The
childhood laughter; neither would last
the
adolescent love - half awake, but less asleep!
Though
unclear who would they kill
And
who do they loathe, being here or mere being
Drunken
men collide still,
Not
walls and barriers, but against light and air;
Reminders
less of being, more of being here
With
its eyes shut, it knows only a few;
An
affront is this city, a city of no faces,
Of
a drunk nostalgia, and blurred faces due
To
be someone there and then.
Of
who would be where and when!
But
here, now, an instinct lays awake in the middle,
with
lunges of sleep over men of patience,
Men
with visions of peril, prey to acrisis optimal,
Not
bad enough, yet would never revoke –
An
artist’s impression of an outlandish joke!
Amid
the waking hour comes the savior,
Comes
to savor the half asleep horror,
A
nightmare, a sleep; to wake and to creep;
May
nightmares wake all, may never they keep
The
woken soon falls back; falls deep!
There
must be something more here
To
check, to choke; something more intimate,
Perhaps
even threatening, perhaps even fear.
And
the day shall come, when you and I
Wouldn’t
let them breathe, wouldn’t ourselves sigh,
And
hammer & drag the ghosts into the city
The
same that knows only a few,
Wouldn’t
we purge insanity, alike vanity!
Ghosts
of the night into the day; faceless!
And
wait by the side, for them to join us.
By
now we knew madness was something more,
More
than insanity, more than vanity;
Not
here by some indelicate conjunction
Of
history’s paranoia and mind’s incapacity;
But
a survival instinct drunk on hope,
Or
consumed by anti-hope
All
it ever meant was to be.
To
be in the face of being itself,
To
dance forgotten, and to see
Ghosts
of the past, and to allow them to see
The
profanity of the city; and then wait –
Wait
for them to join us!
