Experiment
Once…
Out of curiosity or…
I bought a bottle of cocktail…
Tomato cocktail for “Bloody marry” maybe…
It remained in the door of the refrigerator…for long.
White mold formed and marched on its surface…
I ignored; until now…
Neither threw nor drank…
Taking a thin glass…‘Corona’
A filter…a semi-sphere screen with handle…
I poured…it was thick…I stirred…
Stopped; as it filled, by two-third.
“What is this? ”
I questioned and felt as
Confused, curious, crazy as I had, at purchase.
I drank all of it…
“What comes next? ”
Unaware; I am waiting…
Knowledge comes after the experiment.
As in Art; Performance.
Can ever ‘Represent’?
“With the words” says Saussure.
Hall rejects.
This is all between them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem