Futile Search Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

What are you looking at
sitting by the grassy marge
with eyes that have lost their lustre?
(Eyes which you cleverly used to make and unmake so many worlds) .
There, in the irretrievable mysteries
of the primordial waters lies the love
that years ago you tossed in a moment
of boundless contempt and soaring self-regard.
Now the wheeling stars pour their fabled silver dust
on the flowing hair that you worshiped,
sliding over your bare arms that lifted those wanton hair
to invisible heights of beauty....
and stir the waters in this silent night of fairy tale love
that you drowned with great ceremony.

Like a coin gone out of currency
that love lies in some anonymous depths under an ugly rock
being eternally nibbled at by swinging generations of fish
and crabs of all varieties,
overgrown with swaying water-weeds and
thick layers of moss.
Let it be there!
The waning light of your luminous eyes can't see it,
nor can your famed Venus hands reach it;
your hair has grown too dry and wiry
to lure it out of its dreamless sleep.

Lost to itself
it just lies there, like any other worthless
piece of massive debris
born out of once spectacular catastrophe
that is now just a memory.

by Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India







by Sharad Rajimwale, Jodhpur, India