Sons of Zeus

(Published By : Online Magazine - Writers Asylum )

Like epitomes of paradoxes,
the Big Brother to the ‘other’,
dictates and usurps
the universal truth:
the last minute Mr Benefactor
of Swiss accounts. The nuke,
that controls in the name of peace -
making, keeping or breaking?
Apollonian ego and democratic dogmas

following convoluted cults as rights
of expression, defiance or idiosyncrasy.

Or that ‘significant’ other that learns

yearns, emulates and succumbs.
Like dung beetles, menacing bugs -
‘mysteriously meticulous’,
laying spawns as pawns for a stable future
tediously following the laws of survival:
development, fluidity or corruptive liquidity?

Like parallel electric lines

at calculated distance apart
are Apollo and Dionysus.
Dichotomous. Incongruous.
They can and will never unite.
The natural father can only watch over. Clueless.
 

 

Rajashree Anand

           

The Giant Chopsticks

The cauldron seers underneath
the melting pot f

uses, fuels appetites.
The culinary Malay twins are born,
sprucing their sodden sky.
Massive and everlasting they stand:
piercing bluntly into sticky rice-clouds
They are chopsticks, not spoons!

For the 'Sons of the Land'
who bask in its boisterous segments
as artfully aligned to their heavens,
they fuel modest pride.
They quench imported palettes
with cultural condiments.

They stand:
a symbol of nationalism
subtly borrowed?
they are chopsticks after all, not spoons!
Chopsticks. Chinese. Borrowed.