Age in Anomaly
written by: Nivedita Roy
@Roynivi3
Another carcass, patted deep in my backyard,
third hall of happiness, still soft, still in pain
a doghouse in burrows, heaping graveyard
my garden is mounding, piled up with graves
of few, month-old puppies
if not had died, had woofed to guard
for these dampening walls, brightening portico
the trembling boundaries of over-planned future
greying dreams plastering seeping stucco.
There’s another carcass, a larger than my life
staling in my brain, is a wilting wife
of wisdom, truth, knowledge and youth
That keeps me perplexed and my words, uncouth..
I banter, like a million men mindfully murmuring
about abundantly placed Venus and moon exalting
about deploring diplomacy, wars, and wearing
quantum, gravitons, and stagflation that’s lulling
bequeathing my instability, and integrity that’s erring
inspired by the energy of curry leaves spluttering
dreaded by the richness of economies, crumbling
I banter and banter,
banishing one theory to another.
Hairs from dead fluffies, loom over my head
scattered on the grass are my greying dismay
of rampant rain on my rusting bed
of hullabaloo in graves of awakened dead.
The carcass in my brain is withering
with minutes of aging by banters and bickering
a pink-tide of revolution, is reddening my veins,
but my monarchial quests, march to another lane.
I want to fight the hounds, the dreadful sounds,
that killed my weaklings, dumped them to the ground.
But my weakening vision, stumbles and shivers
from enchantments and verses, desirably unholy
I walk, a walk of a wrinkling witch, wise yet not rich
actions still adolescent, flattery at folly..!
Had I awakened the wrong lives
or danced frantically with foes, unknowingly
that legends and learnings of civilizations of souls
are now entrapped in my veins, abysmally
soaring my bones, hunched & outgrown
is my youth, a facade?
or I’m an age in anomaly?
I might, but one day, return to the crust
guard like a little hound, engraving my trust.
Transcend and transform, for love and lust
from species, to thoughts, to materials that rust.
Until this universe is, until I will, and until I must.
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