Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

For Pablo,
my share

Slaying

Dry and yellow
the gramophone tongue
I slide into

a flood of rubble
blue and snoring
the clouds ask

for a little sunshine
in a coffee full of holes
punched by sugar

written in long lost
sentences of rain
quivering in sleep

I endorse a
room less wall full
of stigma written

selling a mountain
to an elevator

full of roses
fresh from branches
slaying another epic
Nikhil Nath

LOL..Absolutely funny to the bone of the chin...: >) it(

pablo,
my share;

tell me
is the world
ooking at me
through the lenses
in my eyes
or am i looking
at the world
through his lenses
is he controlling me
or the other way round
do i have more control
over this body or him
what if the world
suddenly let go of its pull

Neruda, the nobel prize winner poet holds a unspoken and written magic in his verse. Independent mostly of the formalities of meter and rhyme, he is equally strong and writes with passion which is not seen in most of his contemporaries. This particular poem has all those mystical elements which make Neruda's poems seem to arise from within our hearts, conveying our own feelings of love, hatred and in general the absurdity of life. Neruda doesn't stop at just the description of absudity, he takes a step forward, challenges its boundaries and questions its existence. Human soul and collective conscience of so many centuries evolved into fine arts and this poetry is one fine example of these arts.