Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

Mad - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

you're afraid
because every day
I wake a new color
and every night gallops on stars
until they shatter insanely
sending waves of shock in chaotic slides.

do you wonder if my joy
climaxes with charisma
every noon
conveying diffidence
in a smile to the first person
with a conversational tone?

by sun up
a thousand different verses have been sung
in never ending crescendos
performing a balance of thought
that implies stability.

explain to me this concept as you would to Quixote.
is it a tree that neither grows nor dies...
perhaps its the presence of nothing,
or the fear of something
as simple as change.

be enviably grounded, stable,
while I, elegantly, am not.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 7, 2006



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