What if the word ‘Identity’ vanished
from books and bowls of language platters-
that serve spicy peppers coated with saccharine chocolates
that glues to the root cavity
to be ruthlessly extracted with the tooth,
for the decay
induces a twinge
that travels like a stream
meandering its way
through the uninhabited ,
untamed terrains.
The identity dish savours the palate
lending a prismatic taste to tongue,
but pokes a tint of colorlessness
in the gushing waters of the self
that flow to reach the source.
(Published in Setu Jan 2020)
Although commendable in itself,this is somewhat of an elliptical piece that stresses and strains with heavily laden allegories.
An introspective stream of consciousness poem that appeals to the senses.
It is fascinating to imagine spicy peppers coated with saccharine chocolate ! “ Savours the palate “and “ prismatic taste “ are unusual constructions