The Black Ice Cube in Pink Viscosity by Mayank Chhaya
I like meaningless juxtapositions of words that sound so intriguing and profound that its reader will feel hesitant to judge. That’s been my lifelong passion, I mean lines that are clever but eventually utterly devoid of any cogency at all.
Hard as you may find to believe the following seven stanzas were written off the top of my head in about five minutes. And it shows how little thought went into them.
The illustration above was done by me a couple of days ago but given the title “The Ice Cub in Pink Viscosity” in keeping with the mood of today’s post.
Subsidies won’t subsidize
Unless rhapsodies rhapsodize
So let’s do what we must do
But do so without further ado
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Don’t just stand there hands akimbo
Looking askance at the sinking sky
If you must look, look how owls do
As if the universe is about to fry
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Lotus-eaters and navel-gazers
Are never hungry or without a glow
But those who relish humble pie
May also enjoy eating crow
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Conceit without tintinnabulation
Humility without perturbation
Religion without supplication
Science without application
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What often mars
Our search for stars
Are the lose gravels
In melting tars
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Life is so much skullduggery
Full of ruses and subterfuges
Unless you are a funambulist
The ropes are but nooses
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As dawn breaks
So does my dream
Into mauve splinters
With blood red cream
