Whilst the march of words
Is restrained in a direction
And every rising voice is guarded,
The eternity of garb begins
To transform into the shroud of temporality.
These moments
Are the moments of emanation
Of abrupt affliction
In sheer tranquility.
Such flashes of happenings,
In consort with a tempest,
Allying the sense of anguish,
Only to be embodied
In human nature.
Fairly like an infirm idea,
Awakening from the oblivion of its penance,
Rises with new force and vigour
In the order of time
As its voice and command!
Thus, in all directions
Fresh words are crafted
In the newfangled world of their assertion.
G. Javaid Rasool lives in a small town near Lucknow. Most part of his life has been wasted doing almost nothing, except earning a livelihood from documentation and writing works with organisations like UNICEF, Care India, DFID, Aga Khan Foundation etc. His writings have been published in Social Scientist, Link, Times of India, Jansatta and Indian Express, besides, the websites of the ’Varsity of Columbia and WCAR (World Conference against Racism, Racial Discrimination, Xenophobia; Related Intolerance).
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