Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Precarious Thoughts

My soul trims down and

Becomes a single thread

By pecking and plucking

Words separate the tangles

On the much sharpened edge

Between meaning and inanity

Between sense and inner sense

At precarious moments

Swings and sways the thoughts

If that peels off and drops down

The fall will shake up this universe

Thoughts drenched in the downpour

On earth have been swollen and heavy

An oil lamp on the veranda of the soul

And the oil that is being burnt up in it

Invigorate and enliven the flames

On the stage that is dimmed up with

Flimsy flames and cold breeze.

By Ismail Meladi

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