Faquir Foysol
When
my childhood sylphs suffering from syphilis
Comrade
Jesuses becomes Judas
And
days go harsh and puzzling
On
merciful purple grass
In
those exciting
Heart-plunging
mysterious rooms
The
occult we practiced to visit Alice
Or
find some slices of precious mushrooms.
I’m
standing under an endless ghastly twilight
In
the funeral of memories –
Our
soulful springs have gone.
In
this rain! Listen in this rusty twilight rain,
Heaven
sheds tears of his –
A
Nemesis strips over our happiest time
Life
has lost her simplicity, rhythm, charm and chime.
Takshur,
June 4, 2010
Dedicated
to:
My
honourable tantalizers, mentors and beloved inmates from 13th
to 20th
floor.
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