~Ram Prasad Prasain~
Before turning innocent smiles into voices
Greenery looks yellowish today
Where life starts mutability
The echoes from dense Vrindha vana
Reverberates from caves to caves,
Eden to Eden, and times to times
With reconcile provocation
Of happiness and gloominess
At the bunk beds of hands-to-mouths
Where the winglet of wasps and bed bugs
Uninterruptedly reveals untold stories
From spiral points cogito ergo sum
Immeasurable civilizations look to be younger and younger
Consequently happiness crucifies at the rod of festive irony of irons
Concealment’s yet to be unclothed
Faces yet to be unveiled
But, promulgation of consciousness seeks
Into the land of multiple dynamics and matrix of colors, themes and belongingness
Propensity needs to be unearthed
Capacity speaks of par excellence
At the balcony of cloudy heart of the Sky
As the sands-valley is blessed with scanty rains before its menopause
All lands and all creeds seek theirs patriarch’s blessings
From the mob of my heart
Mercy came and addressed them:
“Be blessed the Nature”
“Be blessed the Nature”
“Be blessed the Nature”
Promptly, Sophia came from my head and told them:
“Dine with the Dynamites in the Waste Land”
“Dine with the Dynamites in the Waste Land”
“Dine with the Dynamites in the Waste Land”
Physically tamarind tree became me
On the virtual wall of ‘Abstract Bangkok’
In the meantime,
A ghost from ‘The Land of Man’s Suicide’ was haunting my mind
Amazon of consciousness scales the uppermost realm of hierarchy
“Histories from library were scaring my identity”, I’m steadily pleased.
“An unending whistling from aadha bato of Paradeshi”, reminded me the serenity of the Tamor
Life’s fire ordeal in aago from Deeps’ deeper sense
Unplugged psychic kits of fume and fire of ignorance
Really, it reminded me the humane fire of Prometheus
Replaying with myths from lungmari mithak
The equation of life, phenomenon and eternity remains an unsolved mystery
Reconfiguration of society and geography was amusing my pride
Death to NATION emerges prosperous nations, and welcomes my entirety
So,
The spirit of the scriptures
Carrying the scepter of sensual frenzy
Sinners are harboring blessed podium
Where sins are multiplied
Rewards are penalized
Humanity suffers from humans
As humans are consuming times with undated cyclones
Innermost core of creativity
With no blessed seat for fecundity
Neither in books nor in theories
Neither in politics nor in ideologies
Neither in episteme nor in ontology
Creativity always resides in flux
Of being and becoming; not of the being of BEING
Big bang has really banged my head
And my heart starts to listen to head
But head does only hear the overheard beats of wholesomeness
I knew and firmly I do know
My kid knows to write D for DOG before G for GOD
So I do believe in natural tunes rather than alphabets and formula
God has made us Super Human
God has altered us in subordinated strata of society
Neither can I kill all phallic gods
Nor I can enjoy impotent life of lacking fertility
After slicing the perpendicular enigma of your virility
Realization is my religion
Understanding me is my theology
Reading nature from end point is realization
Where white board of my kid starts to perceive holistic nature
First naturally nature; and secondary are abstract terracotta and pundits
Thus, entanglement of Mercy and Sophia is ageless, eternal and life long
At the rainy sides of sands-valley,
From the mob of my heart
Mercy came and addressed them:
“Be blessed the Nature”
“Be blessed the Nature”
“Be blessed the Nature”
Promptly, Sophia came from my head and told them:
“Dine with the Dynamites in the Waste Land”
“Dine with the Dynamites in the Waste Land”
“Dine with the Dynamites in the Waste Land”
(Source : Ram Prasad Prasai’s Facebook )
