ಕಾಗೆ....

Life....


vague?...absurd?,  or?  
call  it, cry out, shout at...
by whatever name you know of,
hollow, meaningless,
like a perched stream.
life....
yet  is too elusive to be lived
but lives are rare 
as  bare as scare!

lines scripted  in a perplexed mood.
honestly...a riddle,
but not a psam with greed...

but be as patient as an idiot,
take a lethargic look at it
please...decode....
the cryptographic script
a puzzle or a riddle

you may like the the disconnected lyrics
like disconnected gruntings of baby in the cradle 
or orphaned scattered bricks
of the ruined fort,
oh.. a precious monument indeed.

yes.. it is a trick..
trickles from the endless oblivion
sounds a note of notation

hapazardly arranged to give a sense
satisfaction of hollowness,
or nothingness a confused stress
or to sound more musical mess


may never be 
as an aesthetic poem of keats
or as devotional as yeats,
but not as senseless as herd of beasts
should a poem be
a mere flock of words of scrabmbling game?

but no matter everything is same
ever repeated game.
live your time without shame....