MERRY-GO-ROUND

Merry-go-round,

Merry

  

The point you leave is

The one you reach,  

In between,  

There are troughs and vaults,  

There are bonhomie and brawls,  

There are whispers, howls, somersaults,

In between,  

There are times  

When you soar and sink,

When you go yellow, red and pink

In a dizzying succession

Merry-go-round,

Merry…

Let me stay away

From the memories of flimsy feats,

Let me map out

The galvanising volley of motions

Caricatured into a tautology of existence,

Let me ride on new rondeaux

And explore moonlit barns

Filled with dream harvests

Merry-go-round,

Merry

The point you leave is

The one you reach,

In between,

There are wilds,

There are crisscrosses,

There are jigsaw puzzles

We have to pass through

(© DEEPAK DARSHAK)

PRUDENCE

In a lonely corner of 
The backyard, 
I've kept
A jar filled with
Tears, 
Blood,
Sweat and 
Smiles,
To crystallise

To feed my solitude,

I may need them,
while going for 
The Sun lost in 
The tunnel, 
Defining the course of 
My next journey 

© DEEPAK DARSHAK: MAVERICK MONOLOGUES

ESCAPE

One-letter isolation of
The middle name is
An escape
From the invasion of
A reckless blue

My debilitating frame
Can't bear
The burden of
A hundred namesakes
Doing things I never do