Writing, To Improvise A Validating Beat Poem by Ananta Madhavan

As the caveman painted game
And by depiction clinched his mastery,
So would I describe my days
To noose the wayward beast of actuality.


As the sculptor chiselled stone to live
In Hindu temples long long ago,
So will I multiply my images
And leave anonymous a writhing ego.


As the maestro plays a coherence
Of notes that move in time without a trace,
So would I improvise a validating beat,
Leaving no figure of its plural pace.