Time Trap.2 And 3. Poem by Ananta Madhavan

2


To dart momently is an act of faith.
How do you know you will not lapse
Into the world’s amnesia,
The continent of Otherness. So, if you please,
Mind your step and be at peace.


The projector, a cunning instrument,
Adept at hiding seems, preserves
Illusion, so that serial percepts
Run fluid. It is a card trick,
A rain of hearts and spades. Flick.


The eyelid is a shutter-opener,
Flickering, fluttering. Do not
Destroy and reconstruct the scene,
Because I cannot bear to think
What worlds are cancelled when I blink.



3


The saying is not important: what counts is the feeling:
The utter memory of a quarter-smile. I’m not sorry
I cannot do anything with it a priori.