Johny Takkedasila
Boycotting
It would be better
If some sentences were not revealed,
Delving into the depths, finding moisture,
Gasping for air,
Numb toes,
Symbols of breaking blood.
Yesterday's sky covered with dots,
How far can it fit under a tooth?
With hands like claws,
Break alluvial soil with a glance,
Making today's evening bloody,
Your natural quality.
With shards of snow hanging angrily,
Inciting carnage,
Draw circles for children's laughter,
Shrug shoulders,
You are playing a strange monster game.
After all of you bruised and dried me up,
Body becomes like a turbulent sea,
The smell of poems in me.
Like husks falling on red grass,
Grind the groundnut whole,
A mind like jasmine separates from bonds.
As the desert sinks into me,
Planting silence in the sand,
I smell the flower that will bloom tomorrow,
Set fire to old shadows,
Find new shadows.
Nowhere seen,
But here,
Tree,
Branches,
Leaves,
Autumn moons falling,
All are broken sculptures.
Blackmail
Life is terrible,
You into me,
I'm into you.
Sometimes you wear my face and spill.
I will tear like milk.
Is there joy in being torn apart?
A large tree,
Swinging in a cradle of words,
I thought this means conquering the world.
Like a black scorpion on a swing,
Didn't think blackmail would disturb me.
Threats and insults are like
leprosy on the heart.
Between two men,
Burning matches between eyebrows,
I don't want black pearls.
I want four white pearls,
Or long, red, fluffy,
Limbs tender to touch.
War, events of war,
Burning symbols of events,
When you can disarm and shoot me,
Why poor words?
On heart,
Or on thumbs,
Or inner side of eyelids,
Seen by no one, known to no one,
Hide me in a warm place.
Concealment is education.
Burning feelings, moving thoughts,
Torturous past, disturbing scenes,
Crumbling present,
Incomprehensible creation,
Overflowing sea, my broken heart,
You, solid in my heart, hide everything.
Because now I am, I am not.
Carrying the acting mountain,
Traveling unknown paths,
Gently carrying the vibration,
The unwanted present in a palanquin,
Confused at crossroads,
Experiencing new things,
Overwhelmed by novelty,
Sleeping on fire,
Forgetting the fragrance of flowers,
Planting sedum in my stomach,
Carrying infinite thoughts.
That's it!
Different characters enter me,
Share me,
Keep me from being me,
They talk,
Want to do something else,
They do it unsustainably,
Please hide me in you.
I am a one-winged bird,
Fire under wing,
Trembling, restless.
Inhuman I,
Unknown me,
I lost the truth.
The only truth I see is your beautiful words.
Johny Takkedasila
