A reply

The following is the comment posted to a poem 'The Outcast' written by Ms. Aishwarya Jain. I've never seen this girl, forget knowing. Still, airs have its rumours that she is on her way to fly. Best of luck to her.

Seventy souls in black and red; meditate in bedlam
Eyes no longer for the color:it’s all dark here
A flickering light appears as she walks;swirls
Heaven fires screams:it’s the lamp or the self
Join me is not in her bond.Ah!the search for the 72nd
All discuss her yet no sound;and she screams with her curves
‘I am the outcast’as she goes round n round
As if wrapping the billions on a single ground

Rose then the one-breasted-bearded Being among the crowd
As darkness declared the black unto beautiful white
The flickering stopped;and so does her moves
On ground were her toes as she touched the sky
Not with body, not with dreams;but a mere ego-dipped whimsical song

“I live the fouls of the foolish flames of a fool
As chained I am in my thoughts on the sweet little sphere
Which like all has to drop to earth; pushing others’ way clear
The touch is mine, the smell my rule
The sight is so sweet. Isn’t it the greatest boon?
Fixing my own reality on the seen and the fool
I choose to dwell in the worlds of my own”

In the white she seems to be the same
One among many ready to boil in the deadly stage
Being sprayed the hymn on her growling soul

“Different is your breath from the colored dead ball
Which you control and play without a steady goal
I cry to know yet tears do not flow
As you choose your path and it’s a sight for us all”

“Many worlds you’ve known in this world of your own
From pain to pleasure, from love to closure
Living the flesh for the sake of Flesh
Smiling & swirling for the accepted breath
No wonder you walk on the lonely roads
As you chose to mark the reality of your own
All have theirs, no doubt we have
We are not the same but a single pair
Who dwell in selves yet die in one
It’s the Truth, called a Reality by some
Which no one has tasted, no one has cooked
Something to be lived, something to be crooked”

“The colours are the same, the emotions are the same
The flowers have their smell, yet the taste is the same
The darkness prevails yet the sun sustains
The life of the divine, the smile of the saint
And to tell you now O Lady so strong
It’s a dream if you say here she doesn’t belong
‘You’re not an outcast’ is our only song”