Irreverent stance,
Apathy in words.
Trying to subtly defeat,
Brainwashing opinions.
Ah! they are trademarks,
Of an erudite psychopath.
The dark wings curious,
Flapping eerily around,
For the moments weak,
To snatch away resolute.
Unqualified observer,
May I know who you are?
What makes thee apart?
That I trust your thoughts.
Reading and hearing,
Feeling and seeing,
Standing indifferent,
To think on my own.
Comprehending, not convincing,
Manipulating, not interpreting.
To know each other well enough,
To not fall into such fickle games.
You and I can checkmate now,
The writer and the reader,
The actor and the spectator,
Two friends we are in mock fight.
January 16, 2016
(c) Shashikala Sasidharan
An interesting,engaging , and enigmatic poem open to multiple interpretations.
Thankyou….today we have too much information ie too sure about itself…leaving no room for individual opinions to form.
Part mystery ,part enigma this poem swirls the reader around the whirlpool of existential enquiry.
Thankyou louis for putting it in perspective