Showing posts with label J. S. Aanand. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 5, 2019

J. S. Aanand writes

Shadows and Foreshadows
(A Poem Set in 2250)


A teacher asked a small school boy
To come to school
With a sample of clay.
This school was somewhere in America.
Next morning the boy said to the teacher...
I will show it next Monday?
Why?
I have placed an order on Flipkart
For ten capsules of clay
From India.
I need some water.
The teacher gave him
a small capsule of water.
There was a long bell.
Kids started heading for the hostel.
Then teachers too.
Nobody went to any home.
No one had come
To take anyone.
The whole young generation
Was parentless.
Brought up in govt nurseries.
No one married.
Had kids from sperm donation.
And I saw a weird sadness
Reigning all around.
What was missing?
I looked up.
Skyscrapers had dwindled
The sky
And the earth below was plastered with plastic.
I went to a wonderful patch
Of glowing flowers.
When I tried to touch them,
A message appeared
Don't touch.
They are only an illusion.
Even the water flowing from water falls
Was an illusion.
Shocked I touched an attendant
Standing nearby
To confirm..
he too was not Maya.
What was I? Was I still alive?
How come I dragged
Into two centuries ahead?
You too are a shadow sir
The attendant said.
What were those kids?
All shadows.
I too am a shadow.
And he vanished leaving me dumbfounded
and waiting to disappear.

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Wednesday, May 8, 2019

J. S. Aanand writes

The Final Look


Come let us share a few moments
As we sup coffee together.
Words spoken or left unsaid are following us.
Our figures and our words form strange combinations.
I wish you to make a slip
And I can pick up some clues
About your love.
Yes of course we like.
I don't want us to remain two names
From matrimonial columns.
Sharing a few moments
Over a cup of coffee
Gives us a chance
To measure each other out.
And decide whether to set out
On a long sojourn
Or suspend here all the tall talk.
In this body, what lies beyond words,
How much truth
Will it stay
Will you be able to belong to me?
And can I sing the love song
For you?
I have to be rock-proof to say
Yes or No.
I am trying to cast a final look at you
From all sides
As we go about in a car
Before signing the cheque.
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 Two Lovers -- Aleksandar Bašić