Four weddings and a funeral
Or four funerals and a wedding
Life goes on in much the
Same certain ways of uncertainties.
Flaying arms and rushing feet
Deconstructing passive signified life.
Here and there periodic
And unpatterned sequences
Jolt unsignified life into
A dumblike stupor.
Severed arms flaying in inertia
Burnt limbs lying inert
Certain voices claim
Achievement of successful deconstruction of life.
We celebrate. We mourn.
And then, ablution in
The sea of forgetfulness.
Life goes on in much the
Same uncertain ways of certainties.
Today's Icarus cannot dream of flying.
Too many fires are burning
In hearth and pyre.
No comments:
Post a Comment