Stage

People are falling
People are Knocking
People are colliding
People are throwing
hands and feet
in the air,
this was destined to happen
they are merely headless bodies
and there are voids
in their chests
through which
you can see clearly.

Long

some people
had come
attired in long flowing robes
and said
they had descended
from the sky,
they also said
were taller by a few fingers
than all,
were well-wishers of all,
all agreed
and bowed their heads in reverence.
They said, we are well wishers
So, thinking and seeing is now'
our duty,
What will you do
with this mind?
What will you do
with this eyes?
Give them to us.
All detached their heads
unburdened their shoulders,
while departing
they did something more -
operated upon
the region
a few fingers down the throat
on the left side of chest,
extracted something
in the shape of a Leaf
and put it
in their bags.

Since then
in this vast desert
headless bodies are wandering
dashing against one another
bathing in the blood
Living in the blood
dying in the blood
falling down
and pulling others down.

Those who had taken
their heads and left
had infact, not gone anywhere
but are still hidden here
behind the bushes
watching mad play of the headless bodies
on the vast stage.

And do you hear
those chocked voices
emanating from
the severed throats in the prison?
these are the few
who had been awake
through days and nights
and had asked them
to give

their detached heads.