Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Of Relationships

Clusters of fragments, which am I,
A single posture to read
Darkness has been discussed
With an excuse of enlightenment
And riverbeds rise within
The stream of my earthly breath, and
Bygone daylights

Those who claimed to be related
With punctuation marks and metaphors galore,
Wipe out with deft strokes of colours
All identities— a complete washout

What to be done as Feminism keeps me
At gunpoint
Self images frame me up like a tutor,
What excited bureaucracy the day before,
Comes today seasoned with Dramatics
What to be done?

In this congested metropolis
No sight is image.

1 comment:

Schneider said...

Why so melancholy? However, hope must prevail