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 dumb like 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.
“same certain ways of uncertainties” seemed,for me, to encapsulate the poem.For the casual reader,a poem is not necessarily a narrative,and so as in “9/11”,it can come down to whether the reader “gets it” or not.I get it!
Thanks so much. Its one of my favourites.
The amnesiatic nature of Public memory of even the harsh realities well brought out MadhuJi :-)) esp..I loved the lines ,We celebrate
We mourn
And then, ablution in
The sea of forgetfulness.
Madhu Ji,Allow me to share in my facebook group too 🙂
Thank you Umarani for liking the poem so as to post it on facebook.. feel free to do so. Thanks. More than amnesia its complacence that I wished to focus on in my poem. A smug sense of being ‘comfortably numb’……….
Yes true Madhu Ji …its tat numbness until the fire burns down our own house ))
so well said Umarani nothing affects us today until we are personally affected. Pathetic!