By
K.S. Subramanian
Eyeing Mars
News: 100000 people in US have applied for a trip to Mars years later and do not wish to return.
Has the eye seen the last threshold of life
shirking from a glance at the void beyond?
The void a throwback to the valley of chaos
before the Big Bang?
Or the smell of life born out of it spreading
Into an aroma of beauty that still
beams light into awe-struck eyes?
Myriad vistas of sculptural motifs –
Palace of Versailles, the gardens of Babylon,
the Qutab Minar, pyramidal symmetry,
radiant Taj – and many more spinning a saga of
astounding brain work and deft craft.
Have they lost out on the eye?
Is the mind emptied out of the search
….. almost busted by the nauseating
reality of perceived nothingness?
Is earth that flew out of the Bang
caught in the web of climate disorder,
stock busts, cultural atrophy?
Come Red Star! Let the fatigued eye
scan your fiery empty plains;
And put up a makeshift shanty
to rest the limbs; then take a deep
breath to look for a green horizon.
Fame a scar on name
‘Work is its own reward’ – so spoke
scions in the eons of time;
Some made a name, others took
anonymity as no scar on their plume.
Fame perhaps a curse on name,
its scars leaving a dull pain,
the world deaf to your cries
heckling at hopes in your domain.
But the scions stuck to their edifice,
a gut feeling with seeds of life;
All sneer and scorn midwife of a
dying order, emitting its last sighs.
Knowing a trapdoor to anguish.
Can it keep the doer on a leash?
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