The poem (sadism)

Sadism with a Human Face

Anilkumar Payyappilly Vijayan

The here and now

Was too heavy

With its trenches

Cages, grills

Walls, paths

And above all

With innocence

But you were a dream

Of ferocious intensity

Amid boring reality

My silence

Stalks your shadow

Unobtrusively

Even your shadow

Deserves a thorough defense

From every danger

Because it is yourshadow

A few hours from now on

The stars will calmly watch over your tears

From the celestial solitude

And the night will witness

The blooming of lilies in the vales

Here is

Before I am

Deeply enmeshed in death

Without the beyond

The petrified abyss

Ready to send its love

To lives lived a bit at a time

Recorded a bit at a time

When its love sends

Will make scratches here and there

Leaving holes in the medium of life

Here and there

Erasing the consistency, the data

Which no alcohol wash can retrieve

The waves of a comet trail

Covering the contours of the Earth

Still leave the transparency intact

Through which what is concealed earlier

Gets form, shape, and despair

Good-for-nothing Ugly Duck

Between one and two

There is infinite distance

It is exactly the state of affair with

Twenty one and twenty two

Why

Even infinite distance lies

Between one and one point one

Yet

How passionlessly

We

Stretching

The numbers closely

I am not Paul Erdos

Yet

I know

That two does not follow one

It is dangerous

The whisky fossilized; nothing.

A drink from the heaven

Would cost the heart pressed onto the trigger.

Waiting is poetry.

I read poems from the book of December

And leaped; heaven is black and cold.