By Nimain Charan Biswal
WINGED WORDS
Winged Words
still wingless
stealthier than those stealthy beating mercilessly
across the unknown blue,piercing through the retreating clouds.
Faster than those fragmented opposites:
Proton and neutron
Positive and negative
the Fusion that left thousands unseen
burnt to ashes
crushed beneath the dark noisy debris
and thousands left crippled
cursed to eye-witness for years to come
the untold episodes of shameless pride
past the dark Forties.
Hell with those Imperial Demons
unleashing endless agonies ever
known to the world !
Those so called sages
beating drums of peace and
Universal happiness
in the thousands-combat race.
O’ Winged Words
most radiant of the radiant stars
hotter than the hottest
cooler than the coolest .
Many-coloured:
festival of lights though in dark regions born.
The greatest ever born not yet
the sweetest ever heard not yet
singing the longest rhyme of the earth across the oceans blue
across the space and sound
Colourless
transparent
yet
multiferious
making a festival of colours :The Holi Rite
Wild words, unspeak not the
groanful tear
that floods not the sunken eye
Thou
A bundle of contradictions
unreachable to human wisdom
yet
The one
that all oppoists rush in to unite.
The Over Soul that unites all into
eternity—beyond Space and Time
Once Sat Dove - like
brooding on the Olive.
after The great Flood
but now an
Archetype, an Anti-God to be born
a huge monsterous shape
half-man and half lion
to speak the glory :
the victory of righteousness
over the evil
Bethelehem is not far from.
Mecca
Mathura
Ayodhya
All dissolve into one–
An Anywhere.