Thursday, October 26, 2006

I, Predator; You, Quarry

Do away with your conjectures

Those ephemeral hallucinations where you deify me

I’d rather shun being governed by apotheosis

And stick to an erring autonomous humanness!

You’ve condoned my minor offenses for too long now

Those forgivings must have clogged your morale

Shun me! Go on, shun my intimidating existence

Your unblemished horizon deserves my shadowings no more

Rebel, refute, rebut my replenishing resources

I’m guilty of tiring your dainty girlhood with those

And I regret to tell you for a fact –

“My abstruse anomalies were never analogous!”

This ruthless saboteur rummaging your confidence

Has found felicities to arm itself with

You have unknowingly become music

Played for my dance of delusion.

But may you be saved from vilified slanderings

Now recant thy vows to company

Liberate thyself from the quagmires of chauvinism

Salvage thine sanity from the quicksands of chagrin

Thou shan’t be trampled under my ‘Tandav’!

7 comments:

Shaileshwori Sharma said...

This poem won first place in the George Warren Gignilliat Poetry Award (sponsored by the Academy of American Poets).

Anonymous said...

tailey lekheko ho???

Shaileshwori Sharma said...

Yah...sathi. Tell me how you liked it, and more importantly who are you?

A said...

congrats for winning the first prize; your literary skills and knowledge of english is of much higher standard; i had to check the meaning of many of your words in a dictionary; no surprise that I still have a hard time understanding the meaning of it. please keep on writing more; I'll come back to read more of your beautiful creations.

Ashish Ghimire said...

Babal chha....dictionary kholdai padhda pani bujhina...haha! Just Kidin...Great Stuff!!

प्रज्वल said...

Nanu,

Congratulations on this feat, I know this just one of many many more to come.

Why dont you write something with less heavy words :) and ask Prawol to compose.

Anonymous said...

Undoubtedly a good wordsmith you are.
For me here is the punch:

Liberate thyself fromteh quagmires of chauvinis
Salvage thie sanity from the quicksands fo charin
Thou shan't be trampled under my Tandav

Congrautulations for the award and the articulation!