The World of Weeds

Friend,
Your dreams –those that
You kindled have dimmed
With the dusky gloom of the past.
Your solitude which gave my senses
Their bitter taste.
Also gifted me the fetor of warm flesh.
Those dreams have got razed into dust
By the years that are past
Along with reminiscences that
Have also died along side.
It’s almost like held where
Harvest is over.
Where the stables of young love
Remain like nipped stalks.
Weeds have grown from under
The rotten past
Hallowing out our soul hallow
And staging a Halloween dance unabashed,
In front of the world.
Chaff and chaff eyeball-each other
In a tournament till death.
Despite this dual seeds of memory sprout
Not knowing they are exhibits
Not knowing they can also be
Marketed mercilessly.
Friend, let’s part
Lo! Around as we see
Only the World of Weeds,
Where only Weeds are allow to live…!!!

-Alakananda