A believer

This tumult of newspapered
violence ravages me

an incessant

a thronging
orchestra of despair

Tired, I turn away

and drink
the evening
swathed in birdsong

a believer salvaged.


About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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2 Responses to A believer

  1. sumanyav says:

    Oh but it is a ‘ tumult of newspaper ed violence’ isn’t it? Very well put. I don’t know when u wrote this but its kinda how I am feeling right now.

    • Exactly sumanya! you have got to the heart of it. newspaper ed indeed! I wrote this two or three days ago. I suspect we are in a harmony of despair. short of tagging the casualties(or should I say subjects) of media violence, communal violence, ‘state’ violence’ the list is too long – i think this is pretty much how I still feel. but of course, tagging them would unnecessarily force a particular meaning.
      well all I got is words. Otherwise, listen to the birdsong….

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