I just read pageful of poems: some romantic, some pseudo romantic some attempted romantic. And I felt the way one feels after reading medical encyclopedia, a book that describes diseases as dispassionately as one would describe “101 reasons for insomnia among the Martians.” Nevertheless, the objectivity fails to convince me and I keep feeling a swollen gall bladder or an irritation in the spleen (an organ, like the GOD Almighty Himself, is much heard/scared of than seen!). Even now, I suffer with every line. I have feelings that cannot be described without the help of geeky Greek suffixes and prefixes like hyper-, -thymia, -pathy etc. Now, after this nav-ras cocktail, I desperately need a dose of the tenth ras- the non-sense.
come happy fool whimsical cool
come dreaming dancing fancy free,
come mad musician glad glusician
beating your drum with glee.
Come o come where mad songs are sung
without any meaning or tune,
Come to the place where without a trace
your mind floats off like a loon.
Come scatterbrain up tidy lane
wake, shake and rattle’n roll,
Come lawless creatures with willful features
each unbound and clueless soul.
Nonsensical ways topsy-turvey gaze
stay delirious all the time,
So come you travelers to the world of babblers
and the beat of impossible rhyme.
-Sukumar Ray (Abol-Tabol)