The prejudiced grip….., Indifferent…….. am I…?


The prejudiced grip……….
 -  Geetha munnurcode-

A check, a cross or a band of cunning cops
What’s that standing and posing upright?
Casting shadows, grim and faint…..
In my paths of sincerity and solidarity.
Why  am I pushed back
And shunted
By an unseen force…..!

A prejudiced shrewdness
Seems to echo from nowhere,
Just to gulp my very existence.
Nay…! It’s my catch!
You would better grab not –

How serenely I had built up
Fineries in my deeds and dealing!
Now crushed and crackled
By an unexpected engine hand……!

Yes, I do grudge apologies
To my inner self, that
I could have foreseen
The things change colors often
And a man’s moods
Would change the entropy
Over turning and grounding
What comes his way…
Where the self is the only beneficiary!

Indifferent…….. am I…?
   -  Geetha munnurcode-

 It puzzles me
How I shunted myself so long…….
And couldn’t shelter myself…….!

So many accusations hurled at me,
Penalties thrust upon me
From the untimely pruning of
My mercurial temperaments….
My glory being thwarted
Heaped as a rumpled shit……
Warily I realize
I am caught
In a parody of grief and anguish……..

Oh! Why wouldn’t I pursue short cuts…..
And be extra cautious to calculate
That the remedies would turn to dangers….
An indifferent mood of defiance
Would suffice
To stand the storms
To force the shadows
Let out my delights…..

Am I punctuating flippancy…?
Am I pondering over cowlicks….
Ushering in the trouble shot gimmicks….?
Do my senses mute….
On hearing the melancholy cries
Meted out of stained humanity…?

It puzzles me…..
And I am perplexed…!
How would I let my soul free…
If tempted for a spiritual suicide…….?


  

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