Stage
Rajendra Nagdev
People are falling
People are
Knocking
People are
colliding
People are
throwing
hands and feet
in the air,
this was destined
to happen
they are merely
headless bodies
and there are
voids
in their chests
through which
you can see clearly.
Long back
some people
had come
attired in long
flowing robes
and said
they had descended
from the sky,
they also said
were taller by a
few fingers
than all,
were well-wishers
of all,
all agreed
and bowed their
heads in reverence.
They said, we are well
wishers
So, thinking and
seeing is now'
our duty,
What will you do
with this mind?
What will you do
with this eyes?
Give them to us.
All detached their
heads
unburdened their
shoulders,
while departing
they did something
more -
operated upon
the region
a few fingers down
the throat
on the left side
of chest,
extracted
something
in the shape of a
Leaf
and put it
in their bags.
Since then
in this vast
desert
headless bodies
are wandering
dashing against
one another
bathing in the
blood
Living in the blood
dying in the blood
falling down
and pulling others
down.
Those who had
taken
their heads and
left
had infact, not
gone anywhere
but are still
hidden here
behind the bushes
watching mad play
of the headless bodies
on the vast stage.
And do you hear
those chocked
voices
emanating from
the severed
throats in the prison?
these are the few
who had been awake
through days and
nights
and had asked them
to give back
their detached
heads.