Rejection Of An Empire Called "Man"
Czadanda Saint *
Sometimes, you see the image changing
Of your own
In the mirror
Where you continue to look at
Sometimes, you feel your life passing by
On its own
Like a runaway train
As if leaving you behind forever
It seemed so simple
When you were young and restless
Passage of time
Was so inane
When you were afraid of the dark
But now, when you have grown up
And no longer afraid of being alone
It is amazing to know
How far can you go
When you are chased down by your own fears
Suffocated by your own time bound identity
You keep running away
Away from the truth
Rotting away inside your head
Away from those dark twisted fantasies
The echoes of your own nightmares
Calling you out
Pulling you down
To be drowned
In your own fears
Sick of even the shadow following you
You tried to hide
Where there is no light
But there ain't an antidote
When your memory is poisoned
And all your dreams
Burnt to ashes
You lay there alone, awake
Breaking in cold sweat
Every time, you try to sleep
Staring at the ceiling
Into the darkness
Ashamed of your own self
The fear feeding upon your memory
Eating you slowly away
In the hours of the midnight
And with the time standing still
There ain't a dawn to break
You lay there alone, awake
With your flayed memories
Mirroring your own silent disgust
The paranoia of your own guilt
Trespassing your own consciousness
The diabolical alter-ego
Of a bona-fide freak
Beauty turned into the beast
And you have no refuge
And when the fears come alive in your head
Perverted thoughts sprang up
Like the grasses
In the rains
Creeping up like a viper
Spewing its venom
Inside your infidel mind
Your mind
Which you thought belonged to you
Death is nothing
When the fear of dying consumes you
Your every fibre
Your every thought
And the darkest corners of your mind
And there you remain
In your final moments
With life-breath
Already sucked away
With life-blood
Already drained
A wasted youth
A wasted life
Like the smoke of a cigarette.
You lie down alone
And with jaded recollections
Of birds flying in the sky
Shouting incoherent words
Fading away with the distance
Life turned a full circle
But it ain't the same
Now you are far away
Away from the empire called "Man" ...
* Poem written by Czadanda Saint for e-pao.net
The poet can be contacted at saddanskhaibam(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on April 13 2015.
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