the god of utopia

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the god of utopia

1.
THE VOICE OF THE POET

utopia is in the air
in his fears and 
desires
in his beggar bowl and 
in the aluminum coins
that long to be gold..

utopia it is, 
in the water of every morning's shower
and in the sky that 
dreams of no aeroplanes 
and in the unseen bird's cry...

utopia ..utopia...
the land we travel to, 
in life and after death...
utopia..the hiss of the 
parched lips parting with death's final kiss..


2
HIS MASTER'S VOICE

i am the god of utopia
the one you pray to ,
day and night,
twilight and dawn..

i am the god of utopia
and i never granted 
your wish..

i do not travel on the 
seven horses of light..
nor was i created in a virgin's womb..

i am not the resounding voice 
from mount sinai 
or the prophet's desert..

i am the god of utopia
and i have no other name..

i am the god of utopia 
i wear the rosary of utopia..
and i preserve your dreams...

3
THE PLOT 

then in the darkness 
we toiled 
to plot the ultimate conspiracy
the mother of all foils...
the death of god
and a brilliant thousand suns erupted 
with the deadly lust of all matter

the desire to end all desires...
the dream to poison all dreams...


POST SCRIPT

and in the empty vacuum of hollow universe
lingered a thirst
perhaps if it could be 
interpreted
into a lingo you and i know,

it would cry.....

Reviews

[bookworm]

You are an incredibly talented and creative writer...I love the tone of this. The flow, the narration, the message...its all perfection. Glorious, beautiful words...

[Seshat Nidaba]

This was very eventful, original and right up my alley! A terrific write Vivek.

[vivekanand]

humbled, sir...

[Dayran]

A poet is born! Wonderful scheme and sketch of the many aspects of one's experience to create a coherent and clear voice of the herald. I offer my respect. May you sail long on the wings of songs.