Poem I Sakshi Uniyal
I drop my lids and open my eyes,
the world looks like a graveyard
spirits and humans playing along
souls without bodies,
bodies without souls.
I strive to locate where I situate
eyes, some, hollow, kind, evil and promising
though useless?
they do not show what resides inside of that demon
eyes, some, hollow, kind, evil and promising
what was their need again
to show or to see?
Do I create you out of my head?
Do I see how I see you because of my head?
I thought I was my heart more than my head,
my heart is blind, my head is mortal
what am I then if not a residual emotion?
an undone robe, an uncooked meal,
useless, could be useful though
to make a poem out of screams
poems are useless again though,
and
what was their need again
to show or to see?