Scratch A Rock

Title? Hah. Title.

Posted in Where Nothing Rhymes by Bharat Iyer on June 17, 2011

it is not in fire
it is not in water
it is not in faceless rocks
it is not in the folded palms
and shaven heads
of holy pilgrims
not in the drop of honey
that dangles over a saint’s
painted forehead
not in the rotting flesh
of yesterday’s dead
it is not in the clouds
it is not in the winds
not in the pustules of want
that erupt on your darkening skin
where is it Yajnavalkya?
is it in the speeding car
that skids to a halt inches away
with a primal screech from beyond time?
in the blank stares that are exchanged
in that moment of utter stillness
the eyes at odds with each other?
walk carefully, brother
there is danger afoot

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  1. M said, on June 17, 2011 at 1:23 pm

    Oh go scratch a rock.

    • Bharat Iyer said, on June 17, 2011 at 1:25 pm

      then legends will spring

      the situation is very delicate, you see.


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