Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The Tower Of Babel

I have words that mean nothing to them
They have sweet sounds,I understand not.
Something is slipping underneath - "Oh!Our Feet -"
And heavey lash of wind and rain from above
Yes,I am one among this human lot.

They are Others who were on the Ship
Their eyes being turned inside -
"Is there anyone Listening to me?"
"What is scratching my back?"
"Oh mind! Unbearable !!"

Flood divided us.By chance are divided
As identified and unidentified, here!
We are all unidentified
All are Unidentified.
Is the ship Empty ?

This thunder and contaminated sky -
Are we dying or left behind ?
....again clutch at the Tower side,
Like Mulching leaves,abusing
Vacuumed words - meaning denied.

Among us attack
Among us die ; Among try to decode
and send proofs; among us allege and denied
Yet we don't understand what we do
we are a game or a part of game
                    ...I don't know.

This little device in our hands
Connects us to our small gods
A voice from it says -
"Sweet was the rose - I know,
But try to understand ...
No No...I ..never ...just ...Oh No !!"

You know ! Once I walked alone in the garden
Some voice made me look back
No One -
Certainly none was there.
But said my own self -
"It was I to befool you,Fool !"

It was erected to save -
Or to be saved,THe Flood will decide.
What I know is -
"Oh don't touch me, small man !"
"You are dirty!"

Have they gone ?
Far ! out of sight !!
MInd cleaves through darkness
But still reaches nowhere
A breach at heart ...
"Is there anyone listening to me ?
To bring me inside...
Oh ! I am Cursed !"

Aye !
We are not Oedipus metamorphosed and Blind -
Groping for a place unknown
And Compromising between Heaven and Hell!
Paradise is lost forever -
Hell dwells in our minds
And eternally we are here-
             With our Tower of Babel.


JoseAngel said...

Shades of despair and disillusion in the poem...! but on the brighter side, it's the contrary of Babel nowadays, we are all getting to speak the same language, in a way. And perhaps, although Paradise is lost, maybe it also dwells in our minds, together with Hell? Saludos from Spain, Navdeep.

Navdeep Sihra said...

Hello and Thanks for the comments, Jose Angel! In fact I was waiting for it :D.
Though, It is highly recommended for a poet to be silent about her intentions, but I would really like to share something about it to you; in the poem, One of the stanzas "Among us,Attack!..." was inspired from Mumbai attacks 2008.

And as you say-
"perhaps, although Paradise is lost, maybe it also dwells in our minds, together with Hell?"

True! but doesn't the Voice in the poem feel the same as it longs to be the part of the Great Ship?...Anyways,it is disillusioned in a sense,Yes,with all the modes of communication.

Kris Ray said...

Beautiful. I feel the desperation. I had began building the tower of Babel, adamantly, naively, callously confident until it had opened my own demons, gateways of my own hell. Paradise is in fact lost, or may be it drowned in the deep oceans of hell.

I love this line:

"Is there anyone listening to me ?
To bring me inside...
Oh ! I am Cursed !"

Navdeep Sihra said...

@Kris ray - voice of desperation among the unidentifieds...loss of faith, understanding and much of hell of us ...

And thanks for liking it :)