Past Erasure Poem by Benitto Pavithran

Maybe each one of us
Always feared the expulsion of reason
The abomination of life
The heinous discrepancy of being alive
The inexplicable attrition
Of a need of necessity
Within the way we breathe
And the way we volunteer
Maybe
Just maybe
Each maladjusted mortal of us
Was only trying to be alive
Amidst a mass of corrupted souls
Bludgeoned and malingered
By the scrupulous atrocities
Of an erroneously educated crowd
Maybe all of us
Are just bloody lost
And are too busy convincing
The each one of us
To follow the predestination
That we were born into
Maybe all these words and manipulated phrases
Would cater to your brains' subtle satisfaction
And put you in a temporary alteration
Of everything you have experienced till now
Then push you blind
Into a cascade of transient inklings
While you let the jargon take control
Of the harmonious transcendence
And let it put you in the spotlight
Of every bit of reason that preceded these lines
Maybe all this hocus pocus
Only intended to rekindle itself
To enliven a dying life
Birth itself from the charred remnants
And just desired an audience
To witness the morphosis
While it pondered raw and oblivious
Like the primordial affliction
That scorned the surface of our imagination.