Keratosis pilaris

red. brown. white.
they appear at the higher end
making you question
the blithe Keatsian word
pranksters on beauty and
doom. 

sweet poison sweet
red brown white beautiful.

upper end.
no one has a voice reaching there.
either it is beyond the network signal
or it is below the social plague.

red and white makes pink and brown
in some shades of night

where
sleeveless selves shy away
because of the voice that will not speak

where
layers of skin are added
for the voices that don't speak

where
laser lights of plagiarism
makes beauty out of the business.

lines and lines of crooked moments
silent
waiting
crouching beneath the keratinin
to become the voice that doesn't have a voice

because there are no lungs in the business of beauty.

The poem is inspired by a curious child's innocent question that translates into a social illness in the adult world - beauty propaganda.

Copyleft@Susmita Paul 2014

New post at Kindering k-os

Too much rain kills a sapling. Too much sun dries the soil.  The new blog post at Kindering k-os reveals the actual reason she became a teacher. And a two scoops of her growing up years as well.

To read the post, click here .

flight. flee.

Forgetting

bemused it stands:
at the pedestal, in the story, out in the song

seeking wings, to crawl out of the hole,
to fill soil in the pipelines of history and
to breathe again
 
identities splashed across fences scream
to be torn down;
new plantations seeks slaves today.

yet

forgetting, in the dawn, wilderness stands
breathing heavily of agendas and porn



'Flight' and 'flee' are siblings born from the word 'fly' and yet, their plumages are very different. The act of flight (from the Old English fleogan) got confused with the act of running away (Old English fleon) in Middle English and 'flight' took on the onus of 'flee'. In Modern English, 'flight' exists in both normative forms, while the preterite marks the difference between an act of freedom and an emotion of freedom. 1