Monday, May 22, 2017

Friday, May 19, 2017

tempus vitae

Kay Hassan

Propelled by the God's lantern
 to fly  the power of life -where
No a single giant soul   
Was supposed to reside the cold-
 Of Everest.They said.
"There is no deer or tigers around."
But, with my rifle I glimpsed suddenly
 in the wild-  a grandeur deer on run
Followed by a streak of  magnificent
Spotted tigers  approaching His loins,
 with, their giant gaping jaws  and
Thrusting paws , everywhere around Him  ,
He was racing His destiny at a full swing  ,
Fighting back with His splendid
Fatal symmetry –
of the velvet covered-Andouiller- (Antler.)
(Against the tigers' dispute.)*
Haunting the scene, in the scale of a thousand souls,
He flew, through the  untrodden,
  storm-troubled   downhill  trails
 And ran above  the sliding  avalanches –
 And down on His way The Deer,
 crossed a million barriers and rocks,
 traps, strongholds and tree stalk, 
following the lead of His instinct
He tripped and-
Fell down from a cliff to cliff
 Rolling down
 On the harshest landscape of the planet,   
And like an experienced  charismatic leader,
 manoeuvred for a thousand narrow escapes of  death,
counting on my clumsy assembled statue    
and conflicts amidst
  the ambush* fellows over the first bite.
In such a wild waste
Where still the Heaven’s  glories fell on.
He ran With wet eyes and foggy breath and
rhymed bell , and as the power of will shone
More lustrous than the thunder of arms. 
I screamed. 'O Glory of the sky,
 within the triple murderers'  hearts.'
(The tigers, Himalaya and myself.)
I felt the scene with a little shame.
watching the deer's spring and
 tigers' ambush's attack-at once
“Have any royal-Tiger Horses.
 witnessed  such a  deer stalking rivalry.”
 He is jumping from the edge- of the world-
The cliff of the hermits.
"God must have made
 out  of the mountain's snow
 a river in the spring -
streaming down the valley,
like the paradise cushion'
said the first hermit I met.                                                                                                        
 ' May, someday, in the sames season
the ocean hit the height.
And take the heart of Himalaya ' He added.

The tigers scrutinised the flying
Deer in shock, and like we do
for the a glowing gods
 They held for him a highest regard.,
And came to prompt halt
We stayed as such, hands on hilt,
 Until the Deer rested on the stream
 and swam  to where  He was out of reach,
On the other bank of the river,
He lingered across the untouched meadow
Turned back  His head without regret
And looked back docilely in sorrow, for us
He saw the ambush* crumbled to lone wolfs
Each  through a gloomy trail,
was running up with no interest  in
 Their syndicate, anymore.
They had  already started the climb.
Though everyone  was  gone
Idlest I was  amid the boundless  rage,
With my arm- next the sage.
Playing the dedicated  pillar of  the tale .  
Weaving , in shame,  a new twist,
 and brewing a universal  storm
Where the death ceases to have intellect.   
And Thy court ran out of such a  verdict .

The End   

* The symmetry- in William Blake's Tyger. (Tiger.)
*Ambush-streak = Group of tigers.   

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