Without World

Against the dictum "Personal is Political", what is to be done when the World as the shared space of collective action disappears? Do "we live in a Society"? Or are we but sheltered black holes?

But our wails of weary will must give way,
To the frail courage of a flourished hand,
By the doorbell's ring in timeless wait,
Have breathless strides taken their stand.

-So the silence of winter's night sees,
Flyers wake its unknowing eyes,
From warmest sleep to cold unease,
With scenes of distant genocides-

When came a call from the chambers dressed,
As the feigned smile of a sunken gaze;
What words dare rouse thy sheltered soul?
What fated light could burn black holes?

And what's in a hallway's sourceless stare?
That strips true thought of meaning bare,
Strands me thus in abyssal pause;
By thy guarded isle the world withdraws...

-O' lost time, forgotten space!
Are we lone bearers of thy remains?
Must search the waste of winding ways,
For a fellow memory-

While worldless windows slide to dreams,
By the promise of another day,
And the East Wind's untethered screams!
As dying children far away...

Reviews

[Dessi]

Hello! What eloquent poetry!
The evils are sorrowfully portrayed.
My heart weeps.
The piece as a whole is excellently choreographed.
Yes, it does seem we forget the warnings our world is in trouble.

[Swagato Saha]

Thank you. Glad you like the poem, and that we agree.