Stability - Triangle Poem by Ashish Chand

STABILITY - TRIANGLE
…He … he … and …She…
He …
She …His pride possession …Was in her prime …
His symbol of power …of wealth…She was manifestation of His time…

He saw in her …All Love …Omen of all that could be good …
He painted her flowered picture on gates of his empire …Proudly She stood …

Branded cold or hot …From times immemorial lives have lived on lives …
The process goes on and on unabated passim in incessant drives …

Maiden touch of wealth and He instantly lost …
All Norms …Rules …Conventions …Etiquettes …Education …
Social Ethics …Religion …Sincerity …...Even Basic Emotion …

Repeated ingress of fortune and to Him all vanished …
Indebtedness ….Faithfulness ….Maturity ….Even Sensibility …
Truthfulness …Purposefulness …Integrity …Even Credibility …

Aspiring …Desiring …Requiring …
Were now His Ordains …His Characteristic Slates …
Trotting … Defeating …. Stealing …Acquiring …
Were His Defined Tenets ….His Augmented Traits …


he …
The feel …The Taste …The Flavor …Whatever the Intake …
Chemistry of …whatever we undergo …
Is indelible …Everlasting is the echo …
Why we do not build-up for Perfection …?
Why we neither repertories nor work nor Create …?
Whence we have lost the luxury of Patience …?
Why we are always in such Haste …?

Why our produce does not lend us …
Satisfaction of growth …of sublimity …or …of Life …?
Why our acquisitions fail to enhance …
Our quality of living …our affectivity in our Strife …?

She …
Her avenues perennially loose …Her priorities stayed far flung …
Always lost in her own perception …Bitten …She remained ever stung …

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Today she would devour him …Deep within her she cried …
Whilst he thought what ailed humanity …Within his means what could be tried …

Her move …her attempt …erroneous …unruly …
Desorbed …strapped him in confusion …
He...caught them …flared …
Uncontrolled …wild beyond any resolution …
Showers of blows …Foul …he began to stink …
Heavy handed slaps …Throes …he could not blink …

Knuckles landed on his temples …
Excruciating …Burning …Maddening...The Feel …
Kicks on his knee-cap …his groin …
Agonized ….Trotted …… he went on a Reel …

Never have we been spiritual …Whatever the narration …
Always the privileged exploited …Whatever the negotiation …

It has always been a facade …We merely wear n play our role …
Only confusion dances in our core …Mutilated brutally marred is our soul …

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Hidden only to Him visible to all eyes all around …
Camouflaged he sat in dark corner cuddled in explosions without a sound …

He locked the boisterous gates with pride He bowed to her Stance …
This was His usual time...he knew …Immune …This was his usual Chance …

A clumsy foot forward a battered hand clad in litter …Rags so damp …
Indigent …Inebriated …Jittery …Haggard …he was unwinding tramp …
With million efforts he reached the gate …
With billion efforts he climbed her fate …
With trillion efforts he imparted his lips …
Saliva - Germs pouring down in drips...
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