Broken Images Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Broken Images



At eleven, beauty captured, I return
Consciousness streams in, with broken images
A motorcyclist touches the fringe of my existence
The Lord of the Universe secured my sanity
Images of wooden Gods, of a jungle neem tree
Interspersed with celebrations of celestial love
The theme remained of beauty in sandstone
Of its golden brown hues against the blue sky
Of a yellowed middleman between me and God
He, the omnipotent God, seemed armless
His eyes were large, circular and lidless
He sees us unblinking, in our absurdness
And in our countless follies and pointless fears
Another day’s images come crowding in
Of the vast expanse of a salty lake
And a many-hued shrine rising from its depths
Celebrating a young bride’s watery death
How we tried catching orange suns
Lurking behind shattered mountains
While aliveness ate sea-aliveness since dead
Then blissful somnolence takes over
My hotel walls crumble and then the world.

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