Sunday, March 25, 2007

Death of the Man

Revelations of what you see, and those of what I see too,

Infernal revelations from our primordial past;

Do shock us, but also soothe.

He speaks of honour and glory, bloody hypocrite!

Just as dreamily as he evoke the passions,

He uses the blood to stain the stream

Then in vain, with a peacock's feather he tries to paint;

The absurd in static, the surreal in facts.

I wonder, just as you would do,

What ticks his psyche's clock?

That heaving bosom, like the bellows of a blacksmith,

Germs a terror, or perhaps a fraility of some kind?

Back to wondering though, it does not stop,

But no answer I find, and neither would you;

Right, but who is he? And what is it in him...

...which makes him root in these fallacies?

Nobody knows, nor them, not you and neither do I;

But we remain stunned and petrified in horror,

When we beheld those hellish acts...oh devil be cursed!!

Questions...of life and death, of reality and dream...still horrify.

To my surprise, still, I remember I tried
With you, you confront these dumb lies;

What we got though? Just a little more pain,

And an evening supper with the devil's clan!

How could a man, oh God how could he?!

Wreak such havoc in the nature's womb?

How could he...I beg to know, be unaffected... his own diabolic acts? Is his conscience frozen??

If enslaving the niggers and coloured beasts were philanthropy,

Then I would rather eat a venomous feast and die;

If hubris were to be a virtue and lust the land's law,

A hungry lion in my face, to me would suffice!

Remember...they would wring the necks of men and animals alike,

And then in silver goblets, their blood-meals would proceed;

Followed by the succulent le bifteck de chair avec le sang,

Oh nevermind...they'd say, les autres if they care!

Look there, you see those clergymen? Ha! They say..., preach morelike; "the gospel of love" (and what do they do?)

Like how a bunch of pigs would happily bathe, in the grime of fresh hypocricy!!

Poor pigs, why blame them? Who are we to judge afterall?

You see, my heart aches and the soul goes numb,

As I continue to write this song;

Did I say song? Oh melodies be damned!!

I mean...this is but a tragedy of man...

The benign skies from above would laugh,

And the earth too would shy away;

The oceans, with the rivers would wash their face,

And trees would hide their's in disdain!

I see a change coming this way,

Perhaps quite tumultuous and grave;

Transformation to redeem this race of its sins,

As it walks silently, down the Hellespont.

Meanwhile, like a dumbstruck fool I wonder still,

Trying to figure out what I wish to know;

What makes the heart of a man? Is it the good or is it the bad?

Shades of both perhaps, for no poles exist in there.

Listen you hear the sound? The choir plays a dirge,

And hermits clad in jet black robes too queue;

To mourn, or may be to celebrate the death of man...

...who lost the battle, before even knowing why!

"Blâmer le sort" you might say,

For what was his fault in this case?

I just grin and laugh inside, a few more join me too... know, like how swans mock a crow?...just like that...

Bang! A rapturous rumble of the roaring skies,

Mark his end afteral...that brutal savage, forever damned!

A lightning strikes, followed by the rain, and it cleans...

...the earth from the plaques of man's deeds, ever so evil.


Noor said...

finally something!! and what a poem, RK??
WOW! this is like one of those things that I on the general UNDERSTAND... sum stuff may be passed for the thots that passed ur mind I think managed to cross mine too while reading this azazing words! let me just think that I got it :P

at last 2 things: hypocricy sux... and wondering and questioning rux!
but truly this is so awesome! can't tell ya how much I luved this one! keep it up.... :D

Ashok said...

Abey saale apun ki reputation ki watt lagoge kya?

lol I was chudasifying. The whole thought of being with such classmates is disgusting and I hate it when they obsess over the girl in the bus stop. It was out of that disgust that such a beautifull piece of literature came out. :) Peace

aska said...

that was...well.. one word - awesome! :D


Noor said...

as a reply to ur world's ending theory -sorry 4 making it long but u know how school gets on my nerves-!!:
as always u cum up with gr8 theories and I do see ur point but then again how can it be a new beginning if life ends? we're talking about a new begining to humanity.. so if all ppl ended then we wudnt be able to see the new begining! the end of the world for me is only a bad thing, if u want a new begining then u don't have to see the world ending to start all over again.
starting over can be by just starting a new chapter -dunno how-

but yeah the world isn't cumin 2 an end any time soon! we don't need it to end, we just need it to change in sum ways! :D

Ashok said...

Yo dude, have I ever told you how awesome the poem was. You have some serious talent my friend.

Reminds me of a song which has this line, "Destruction breathes creation."

Anonymous Arien said...

hmm dark stuff. write some more