Archaeological
A tram line has passed beneath my pillow, and a new electric crematorium has just been inaugurated beside it. Those who come to fall asleep or to wake up there, all faces seem somewhat familiar to me; as if they have fallen from the same branch. Underneath my pillow, a great city floats in slumber, and when the sun rises, the hustle and bustle of life begins. A raft floats in that still stream. I playfully rewind the flow, this pace a bit; laughter rises from the well, cries a former crown, and some ancient artifacts, mystical chanting, darkness…
I’ve brought the city into the womb-life;
With an old handkerchief I wipe away it’s
Tears.
- Medical
After enduring a hundred blood tests, this time when you insert the needle, it’s not blood but a crescent moon that swells in the syringe. The stream that has silently flowed for so long, you place its slide under the microscope. You fix your gaze on it. Seeds of unyielding desires, their cancer-free cells, within every atom, there are affirmatives and negatives and countless other narratives, empty due to the absence of a mediator; what else do you discern there— stubborn clots, entangled fortitude, the shield of sugar?
- Bilirubin…
- Ah!
- Psychological
Forgotten characters all, not characterless—such wanderers encircle me. They are born, then lost in the crowd of roles; like casual observers. When they die, it’s they themselves who seek the lost souls, who cried, who found grief?
Such wandering spirits roam around me these days. They desire, consume, indulge in Facebook with great care then disappear, in which brilliance? In which forest?
- Political
When life merges with art, what remains of poetry, my love! Look a little towards the direction the country is gradually tuning west. When you board the local train, when you walk alone amidst the evening crowd, hindered by ‘we walk’ comfort, it’s only for you that I wish to become a communist. Otherwise, why should Jyoti Basu be honored?
But every evening, it’s you who crafts unparalleled mise-en-scene. In my city, amidst the white, gradually thickening smoke, it becomes denser…
