The Rebel

Nilabh Kumar my grateful acknowledgement for the inspiration your poem afforded....your lines ...I'm a prisoner of my body....I'm a prisoner of my time...started off this poem.

The Rebel.

Nothing new under the sun
As the stars align one by one
What was before
Again must be
What comes ahead
The past has seen

Disjunction...
Mismatch
The rebel is anachronistic
Nothing comes up to scratch
For him...

To be
Shackled by his senses
Imprisoned by the  body
Anchored to a past
Chained to a present

The first clue...is the entrapment
The hard limits of concealment
He looks for the question
Locked in 

Distorted pseudo reality
Refrained from recognition
True cyclical nature
In linear progression
The ebb the flow the ascension
The serpentine belt
Writhing...
Accross our skies.
The end  never beginning...

Nothing dies.
Morning moans and groans into
Evening...
staggers through to night
Restages a grand delicious dilemma
Avid circles of life.

Here and there
Few and far between
True seers visionaries
Pierce the veil of elements
The grand deception teleological
Advanced beyond mere pretensions
Cerebral celestial
Bacchanalian Universities...

Nothing new ever under the sun
The stars do align one upon one
What was before
Again must be
And what comes ahead
The past has seen....

And
In Every age
The restless rebel without apparent cause
is reborn for vacancy to use...
In his eyes the bravery of a scathing pain
That seeks understanding solace in vain,
Yet Deep beyond his sirocco orbs do look
Lights of every hue unimaginable
In clustered nooks
The veracities of all holy books
In them
He guards discriminates disseminates
With care wary
Weary to his core
Mark him out
For He is
The One

He is the key 
To the door.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2015