Dance of the Feathers by Sudeep Soparkar
There were no instructions
And everything had a glitter
With nothing in between
Even for the mind
There was no concept
Nothing to break off
From the rhythm
Of nature’s
Self-portrait
There was no suffering
Of a thousand years
And the mountains were stupid
With hands
In the sky
There were no rules
Of proportion and
We were born
In the middle
Of grey
In the middle of howls
The happy blood stained gesture
There was no
Relationship with being
And non-being
We killed until
Ethics was an abstract
Form of tool
And language built a house
For loneliness
This was long ago
When something came
To dance
And we were
Its feathers
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Sudeep Soparkar. Read more here: sudeeptalks.blogspot.com
Photo: Jeremy Ricketts