Conspiracy Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

The elements didn't
like it at all it seemed
to him always.
His shrill voice
was absorbed by
the sea that stood
as if in a state
of constant intoxication.


He told her, beware
Be aware.
It is a conspiracy
And only you and me
need to know it.
The time has drawn
a plan for us
he again blurted out
at the height of
his voice that again
disappeared in the sea
of separation.


The gulf has to remain
then he told himself
as if to calm his
nerves frayed by
constant inner tussle.
He knew the sea that
which is lying like a
mischievous scandal
monger is hearing it all.


And he knew his
voices, pleas, entreaties
never reached the shores
of that island that
he knew from the
moment he knew
he was existing.


He knew too, that
the island that gleamed
across the gulf
pre-existed him.
Then in his never
ending floating in
the ocean that contained
him and the species
across the gulf,
It dawned upon him
that islands will
remain apart
the sea's mocking smile
told it all, he felt.


How can islands come
together unless
continents shift.
And how many summers
would elapse before
that happens.
He explained it all
to himself to make
the heart content.


There and then
emanated the
theory of conspiracy
of elements, time
and people.
In the deep recesses
of his conscious mind
he knew they were
islands separated
by existence, by life.


And the species far
across the sea nodded
once and it seemed as if
it was an assent
for his conspiracy angle.
The sea that sucked
everything seemed
amenable to let
that nod reach him.


And he smiled aloud
At the height of his voice
How aloud can an island
Smile, the stunned sea
Looked on and the
waves stood still.
Conspiracy it is
A well laid out conspiracy, he
blurted out and smiled on
and on and the puzzled
Sea too joined
his smile.


Don't know what the
Island across felt
when it heard the
deafening smile,
the combined smile.
It too smiled and
then all was well.