Razzmatazz

By Purvesh Khamankar

Dry twigs wrestle the wind 

Shadows burn on the ground

Here I stand in the center 

And the world turns around 

With yellow leaves laughing 

White sand dyed brown

In Nameless nothingness 

I named a pronoun 

All of me

All of me

At the bottom of this sea

Sand dunes shrunk to seashell

Like past framed into memory 



I watch dazed morning 

Walk drunk upon the shore

Where my footsteps on the sand 

Leave footprints no more

As if all of my life 

Was a mirage from the start

A mirror holding together

A man falling apart 


All of me

All of me

At the bottom of this sea

In the sky a sun wrinkled

And stars breaking free

Am I drowning 

Am I drowning

Should I breathe this darkness and lay

As a dead man in a dying womb being fed everyday 

The same old desires 

The same old silver songs

The same old praise and promises

That nothing would go wrong



And only if only

I could no longer be here

Be a past that never happened 

And a future always near

But never coming together 

With the rhythm of our heart

An end that is unending

A beginning that never did start

You and me, you and me

The Sand and the sea

Away forever 

Our little infinity 



The edges of the world 

Like pages from a play

A Recurring razzmatazz 

Occurring everyday 

The blue’s beats

Jarring jazz

And ballads on the way 

Razzmatazz, razzmatazz 

As Liquored lovers say

“You be thought and I the mind 

To reminisce and remind

That love is not litmus

To be tested everyday 

Let it flower, let it grow

Be careful what you sow

For the soil takes it all

Your flight and your fall

And it’s the way of the crowd

To take as truth what is loud 

While our love is all silence 

Strong sans the violence

So take care of the petals 

They are flesh and not metal

And do not look for reflection 

Till the water; it has settled”

Dry twigs wrestle the wind 

Shadows burn on the ground

Here I stand at the edge 

And the world is not round 

Black leaves moan 
Under heels; trodden down

In Nameless nothingness 
I named a pronoun 

All of me

All of me

At the bottom of this sea

Falling nowhere

With two skies above me

All of me

All of me

At the bottom of this sea

Fading in the distance

Once man now memory


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