The sky's gone wonderful
K. Radhakumar *
The marriage of colours in the sky
Before the sunset –
It makes as if to speak.
It is different now
Than it was in the morning.
What a difference!
It brings the whole day back to life.
From the womb to the tomb
Words and words and words
Words that do not speak
An avante-garde composition
With not traditional styles of representation
All seemingly connected.
Does life mean we do a jigsaw before the sunset?
Make all pieces of different shapes
Fit together
And form a coherent whole?
Ah, the marriage of colours in the sky
Before the sunset –
It captures the subtle hues of the evening
The west of one's life
When one lives the whole of one's life
In a moment.
I hide a multitude of sins
From myself
Or I get drowned
In the multitudinous sea
Of the human race.
A refugee in one's own country
A lonely soul in the crowd
A voice raped by
The awful din of a nuclear blast
The history of man –
Dates and happenings and all that stuff.
Absurd.
Absurd it is.
The dead visit the living
In early autumn
Here in Imphal.
I feel the presence of my daddy
Who died ten years ago
And wonder about our place in the cosmos.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on October 09, 2018.
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