and other corporeal parts:
that’s biology.
Men and women
are often hurt-made
and love-seeded,
colour and flavoured
ideologied too.
But men and women
are but words
or letter combinations
burning unpredictabilities
and punctuated out of season.
And those rare creatures
slip through wire
fly through screen;
doors don’t stop them
and they are invisible
to the sentinels of reason and rule.
They dissolve the universe
and re-draw sunsets
in the colours of their choice.
Some
call them children
and they wouldn’t be too wrong.LEAVE A COMMENT
What about Tagore and the other "men of words" that you so often talk about? Where do they fit in?
ReplyDeletethis was in july. july must be a word-month.
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