Creation

Tender little tides of creation
Often forgotten tides of composition,
No ownership, no one’s possession,
but whosoever, it is final touch of the image,
Shape and reshape out of clay,
Renovating the assembled system today,
For the eventual recovery tomorrow-day.

Tiny tides in the gasp of life,
Impelled by our lived-experiences,
Cross the threshold,
Stuff the hand-made earthen corpse,
To mystifying energetic performance,
Communicating to the living matter.
Cultivate as the maker’s own masterpiece,

Artistically metabolising the sword of human survival,
Drawing and withdrawing the blade of militarisation,
Refuting the monster of the ruler’s muscle-
Careless, kiss and kill ideology,
Shameful Brotherhood, Love and Peace propaganda,
Slaving tides of varied range and audacity,
Gently thrilling expression of pain and suffering.


Soothingly arousing a trivial melodramatic insurgency
Demystifying the authentic blade of materialism-
bicycling greediness and covetousness-
Journeying from rancour to succour life
with the abyss of non-existentiality,
Communicating to the living matter,
Cultivate the tides of aesthetic pleasure.

Usham Rojio
14-03-2010