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The Fall

Didn't hear, did the world tell me?

There's breath I am born

Disowned by a womb

The birth of one more breath,

the first breath of one more death


Similar breathing bodies

Name me and define me

Grew the intellect, grey cells

Outgrew ego till it swells


The kite soared high with a dead rat,

chased, followed by its flock

The attention just fugacious

Until the carcass gets dropped


The limelights rudely blind me,

my shadow trail behind me

As the blazing sun slip behind and forsake me

My dear shadow blaze the trail,

in toto for my sake, ever without fail


Overshadowed by sublunary shades

As darkness spread its wings

Poor shadow, cower, take cover

In refuge, yet meekly dissipate

to arise with its rekindled mate


Inane musk deer scampers incensed

Seeking its very own incense

The wolf sleeps soundly at high noon

At midnight, to bay at the moon.


Gnats busily gnaw my heart

Learn what's cheating, I get used

I'm exploited, wrung, abused

used for fun, just to be amused


I learn, in the beguiling garden,

the yearning paradise, Eden

the only fruit relished, eaten

is the one that's forbidden


Precious diamond the beggar hold

is worthless to the world.

A chip of glass with the overlord

priceless made byword.


The tidily rolled up sleeves often,

Drop down on their own

can't make a tender rose

tidily bloom by using force


The braids you let loose

Gets tangled on their own

The firmly tied shoelace

on and on gets loose


Every tick, one more step

back towards the starting line

can't count the days ahead

just count the days bygone


Alone I crawled, I won a race

with no laud, cheer or praise

Alone I walk the golden path

no hand to hold my hand


In the body, nurtured

Beats a heart inured

To drub, stab, lam

burnt right by the balm


From zero back to zero, none to no one

Zero is the path, and zero the remains

Glow bright before the fall

Smile right at the wildfire to befall

Sing a paean of praise to the zephyr

"Haul me down, else fan the fire".


Races up the raging wildfire

Razing, quenching its desire

As the leaf shrivels, falter, yet don't tire

the Golden flames consummate at the golden hour

the docile golden leaf soon withers and smoulder.


The spark gets set to leave

the meek mortal bod

Like a zealous balsam pod

Ripe, aching to explode

unbind the minute might

to merge with its source

The eternal supreme force


I lunge my chest upward

Just for one more breath

Many hands can hold and tend

though none of them can lend

Even one more peaceful suspire

When another 'I' expire.


Body the machine scuffle

The captain to forsake the vessel

The object that climbed great peaks,

made limpid music to enthral freaks

In limbo till the tummy heaves

a faint flutter, no further waiting

for the birth of one more breath

the death of one more birth

Didn't hear, did the world tell me?

No breath, I am dead.


-Anuj Nair


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Taken on October 3, 2020