Thus Spake the Audacity
The space limitless borderless and self-contained
The space eternally futile, meaningless and purposeless
The space studded with planets and stars for no cause
There hung a scene afloat and adrift
A pendant podium embellished volatile and hollow
Withered yet gleaming and glimmering masks all over
Seemed a pompous and redundant ostentation
All the celestial bodies behind the intimidation
Standing there was a two-legged creature
With a clowning grin and a lustrous mask
Varied emotions frequenting the mask
His hind limbs shackled with grey promises
His dwarf forelimb clutched but mesmerizing
His mask qualm and scruple and spinning
His stout contour dark and tender
The mask engraved with an obstinate lined dimple
His eyes unmatching the posterity and silky path
A safari legacy and a candy in the mouth
The tongue thick yet agile and brisk
The eyeballs oscillating up and down
An alacrity and swiftness called as audacity
Utterances brimmed audacity was prone;
Prone to prove the hidden beyond the imprudence
A tamed bird bearing a gloomy carcass in its beak
A pertinent insecurity fenced the whole scene
Before him was gathered a look alike fauna
Pairs of eyes outnumbering the stars;
Glow in the eyes lightened the whole place
Hands handcuffed with brittle consolations
Their heads pivoted on an abyss of hopes
Their bodies reinforced with perilous ambitions
Guarded they were with newly born;
distention, altercations and fray
Undestined foresightedness led the this way
Their tongue acetous and teeth tart
separated the were with apathetic invisible walls
Pungent was their cavity and obnoxious was their breath
Hapless eyes waiting for an immortal miracle
Elongated were their years desperate for:
The old repetition of the dissuasion pattern
Their legs firmly anchored in the rotten and ruined grave of;
morality, affability, infelicity, fraternity love and motherhood
there reigned the wisps of delirium and swoon
Corpuscles of discontent, infliction, torments, misery
and apprehensions with their cousins;
thrusting the crowd to stagger
Their hearts still invisible to be called as stoned
Infidelity and disloyalty were on probation with them
Betrayal was also awaiting its turn
Having had a famine of tenderness and love
They were to be threaded to the crust of chaos
Capped savage and barbarous clouds looming over them
Rambling to pour the hatred and wet the people with fear
Moaning and deploring they were for nothing
The life is strange Ekin
The audacity was prone and aptly prompted
So was ready the gathering knelt and squatted
The space witnessed the tongue tickled and;
Threats beguiled cheers and applause
The ambience was filled with sound
Thus space the Audacity.... I stand before you humbled......
The life is paradoxical Ekin
Gestation
Long awaiting impatient tidal shore Ahoy! Yelling wanderer was what the shore bore A peering hollow was what the shore bore more A waiting womb was conceived with…. Untrained and innocent was the womb Womb bore only one facet of life Second to be born when an Adonis is in the echelons of power Gusts of strong desires and wisps of ardent ambition Thus carved and adorned a waif for the coronation Waif proliferates to become a prince Prince culminates in to an emperor Destiny had a revolution: actually part of process Ekin Ekin,life is strange and by chance The emperor expands the physical senses to dare the thresholds Darkened corners are lightened…. Inaudible are audible…. Far is no longer farther… Legs get airborne…. Vast round shaped is a tiny town… Memory gets deepened and atomized… Pitiable remain the taste buds and the nostrils Morality remains for the destitute only The sun and the moon two hand of a clock ticked by; Bliss and torment… Divinity and suffering.. Privileged and trodden ones Ethics and rationales… Logic has had them as fossils at the sand of the time Practicality beats the drums of aloofness and loneliness Trumpet of professionalism blows away The stringent of affection Mendicant vultures and trashy savages; Ogling and daring the once conceived womb The life is strange Ekin The womb is slyly crying to get conceived yet again Alas! The emperor is unmindful of; the groan and cry of the womb still meandering
Ekin
Replacement is not a change
Lest the change be replacement only
The change yet far and beyond
Replacement is not a change o! chief
Hopes are from the old mindset
A heart is to change not the regime
Wearing old shoes further tightens the spiral life
Old one is to lead to catastrophe
Compensation with ability is just inevitable; for the
Novice older ones
My beloved chief
Intoxicated demand more toxicity
Know not it all
Curved life is desparate for a straight breathing
Let the arrow be in two directions simultaneously
Arrow of filling and the arrow of solace
Redress invites further decay only
The life is by chance
Your majesty must walk on the two edged sword
Love you my chief
Eclipsed CottageThe sun is half curtainedThe cottage is eclipsed in tranquilityFear in the cottage is bait for the voluptuous vampiresTribes of the self-segregated province were once shadow eatersProud yesterday are now frightening obscure silhouettes todayThe tribal chief at the altar knows not it allSmoldering ambers reluctant to warm the chilly cottageThe dampened walls of the cottage are deafened tooChief's groan fall uninvited on the indifferent wallsThe Chief strolls midst the dark listening the howling of the stern muscles
