The Unnameable
The sea sings a sad song,
Waves whisper intimacies
Abyss is the Beloved.
He desires no belonging,
Only a deep-down sadness
parted lips, the unspoken.
The equipoise of the song.
I think the sea is a wine-dark goddess,
That makes me neither tipsy, nor sad
But just let me be, a quiet rejoicing.
Her primordial breasts resonate with
Incantations of the unknown.
I think the sea is a wine-dark goddess,
I will not name her.
Sing your sad song, lover.
—–
Say all you want to say
Say all you want to sayTrying to say
What I have been meaning to say
Doesn’t come easy;
Befuddled, dreamy and queasy;
I fumble and stutter in vain
Forage my swollen vocabulary
For that one inviolate word
That will deliver me forever
From that inescapable feeling of
being elsewhere and nowhere.
Ravished by words, I escape to her nunnery
For some fresh strawberry.
Nothing to say
no original metaphor,
not a sparkling turn of phrase
stolen unwittingly from the great masters.
Only husky-voiced bimbos
Singing their emptiness
in that somewhere place
where the dance and the dancer are never one.
Concupiscence conspires
To rob me of speech
Leaves me stranded, on a denuded beach.
Haven’t you heard all this before?
Madam Language playing the whore
Making you yearn for more and more
That slutty wordiness!
Good Lord, Logos, make my words virgin again.
Trying to say
What you have been meaning to say
Is never easy.
Save up your precious words,
or go bust, and ineradicably crazy.
—–
Truth or Mime
Truth or MimeHere,
There,
Everywhere,
Nowhere.
Now, never
Here is everywhere and nowhere.
This place called Time
Has neither reason nor rhyme
Truth or mime;
Everywhere is nowhere
And nowhere is everywhere.
The tortoise is the hare
What is fully clothed is also bare.
“Fair is foul and foul is fair”
The dance of the horse and the mare.
Do not be afraid of being a voyant or a voyeur
Stand apart, and stare
at all that heavenly flesh
And stare eternity in its face.
Life is no Formula I race
“When me they fly, I am the wings.
I am the song the Brahman sings.”
Pleasure or pain, you must go on,
If you can’t let go, go insane
Not vain, but enchantingly inane.
Says the Nowhere Man:
What you have is what you do not have
stop playing mind games; if you care, dare.
Author Profile
- Manish Chand is Founder-CEO and Editor-in-Chief of India Writes Network (www.indiawrites.org) and India and World, a pioneering magazine focused on international affairs. He is CEO/Director of TGII Media Private Limited, an India-based media, publishing, research and consultancy company.
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