Utopia, Naturally

From the desk of Vitasta Raina

Dated: October, 2016

Published in Indian Literature Issue 297 

"Well, what did you expect poet, besides

this perfectly lousy death of Lockean Logic; cold

frozen minds build bastions to control and hold

steady the streak of light that escapes outside.

And how could you have known there resides,

hidden in sanctums of temples with graceful gold

leaf domes, an atmospheric deity eager to condone

the wretched naked Truth as she is simplified."

"I tried, my friends, to exude my right to construct

woolly shadows and sculptures of dust, yet stripped

of facticity, they seethe under Autumn's sun as a bird

flies overhead and moral nihilism lists all that it fucks.

Should I yet believe in the romance of honey-dipped

sunsets and applaud arriving at the door of the absurd?"

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Une carte de Paris et mes vieilles chaussures

Amour de Bombay

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