Maddu-The Oblivion

A pleasant reflection,

Shining and sheening,

the divine mirror, giving life a meaning

the ramble began.

The deepening eyes, the inviting soul,

Drowned in them, I forget my role,

The beautiful 'soul', with an angel’s role,

Flashes the smile, and I am speechless for a while,

and the soul was at inflection.

From coarser and hoarser, the 'sorcerer'

flew with it to the wonderland

The asymmetrical curves,

The serpentine journey,

Travelling for a distance

I reach the brewery to begin the 'poetry'.

Poem on 'poem'? I am perplexed.

Dipped and soaked,

Here I am, in the invisibility cloak,

The delirium begins, away from them,

Away from the sane, who pushed me here.

here I am with the insane who loves me here,

I wish to die in the oblivion, Oblivion to the obvious,

I wish to end with the ‘oblivion’.

P.S. The poem is dedicated to my Friend, Philospher and Guide -Madhushree Munsi

Destruction...

The deceptive smile, and my receptive smile, one blow And I die again. I have always enjoyed the consequences of death, the macabre ghastly death which just washes away all acquired in one blow; the imperfections, the negativities and the unsolved. It takes away all, the unwanted and the wanted, and I am left to create again. There is a catch in this. I thought that I was born to acquire again, afresh, the better acquisitions this time. The vicious cycle continued till the time I understood the futility of the process. Acquisition was the byproduct. Understanding futility was something in which I should have been interested in.