Epsi Paramasivan
anthology of anti-particles
=================================a poem by Epsi (E.Paramasivan)
02/15/97
where do I vibrate ?
in the strings
of a guitar..?
in the wings
of a butter-fly..?
in muonic oscilations
of a pi-meson or a k-meson
from the sanctum sanctorum
of energy
or in the hide-and-seek
game of neutrinos
that reign of this
cosmic spell
or in the
villainous print-outs
of rhinoviruses
through human cells...?
even a 'beating surface'
in a kettledrum of an orchestra
at rest
is a pleasant pasture
for a tiny worm
sticking on it.
but every rhythm
of the drum
when it is played,
is a nightmarish
earth-quake
for that worm.
zipping out for
a scenic beauty,
a zoom-lens-shutter
in a thosandth of a
fraction of a second
sips from the bowel of sky.
until the last drop
of the sun light that
bleeds in 'seven colours',
vibration and frequencies
in focussing and de-focussing
never stop
this massacre
of plain and
innocent light.
Iam lingering
on these vibrations
to pulsate each and
every syllable in my poetry.
the words I build with,
get dilated and elongated.
through these varicose vein
of syntax
with the words and clauses
I was run deep
in dissolving mur-murs
of a 'life-beat'.
but the thematic abyss
is my website
to excite
all my existentialist
epsilon.
the equations are tremors
between
the sensual and
the sensuous
musings in the
tilts and twists of
a kaleidoscopic meanings
in my poetic murals.
why should I lament
in silken phrases
on these smiles and tears?
in light and darkness
if particles of darkness
put the monstrous boulders
of blockades
I will collect like
thundering clouds
to recite an
anthology of
anti-particles!
==========================================a poem by Epsi