Monday, November 2, 2009

Baptism

The blind pigeon – it has no eyes

In their place

just two hollow dots which are

deeper than everything that

doesn’t exist


I don’t know where the song goes

once it is over

or what happens to the poetry

once the poet has laid his pen

down

or where we shall go after we

die…. But one thing is

for certain –

the unsung song, the unwritten verse

and the unborn child – they

build their nests in those

two empty spots the pigeon

has in place of its eyes


But the pigeon sings of light!


Indeed a blind pigeon

is like the shadow of terror

in an infant’s face…..


Or maybe the shadow of an infant

in terror’s face


All the same


4 comments:

Nightwing said...

superb...beautiful thoughts...as always...keep up the good work....

NesQuarX said...

Weirdly cool. I likes!

Abi said...

This was a really good read :D

Soumi said...

All the same,all the same,we're all part of this same game and no matter how I name it,IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER.