Tyranny of Caged Thoughts

[K K Srivastava]

This moment not immune from your thoughts
your softness stirs my delusional woes
kissing crowning aspirations on
ethereal skies;
bushes of disharmonies
the effervescent
laces of my musing lyrics.
My defenses so innocent
the inner blaze loosed upon
chalice of imagery
ebbs of turbulent mind-seduced
wavering thoughts disarrayed
rejoicing masked splendour.
Sometimes our lunacies our brightest spots
every pathway’s own stories to tell
stories nothing but shackled hands
spreading out in the veins of mute
unmoving rocks.
Your very, very immutable marks
you gave me words
what never stay
behind these words: their hollowness
silent silence’s greatest hallmark.
You promised me a new world
where is that world?
Let me discover that new world
ever ascending world
slipping out of my hands.
Your thoughts are glamorous thoughts
immune by themselves
not felt outside
there dissolve all boundaries,
all cultures, all dreams
it is here I search you
life really so colourful.
Broken images or split images
no true reflections
your loitering in that foggy mirror
if at all I go
without the invigorating wine
of your thoughts
I would be left with you
neither fully flared
nor fully blown out
the moment’s greatest tyranny.
My eyes have learnt a difficult lesson
shun other eyes in the night,
in the dimmed rays,
on the light-laddered waves
you travel alone in that intense form
so tormenting,
ideas become inarticulate
welcomed by caged alienation.