Here, the
poet, or the protagonist, looks into the sky through a telescope, hoping to see
an alluring, smiling star. However, he is startled by the vampire-like form of a fiery
storm, its tongues of flames stretching out, ready to lick up anything and
everything around.
Any
external phenomenon provokes the poet to turn inward and delve deep into his
own self. Indeed it’s only natural for the poet here that the awesome sight right
in front of his eyes has opened up an inner world where he seeks, and finds,
truth that is not visible in the outer world, and surely not to the naked eye.
The poet contemplates on the possibility of looking into one’s own mind through a telescope. Surely if there was such a contraption that can pierce through your façade and look far beyond the alluring smile and the beautiful face and features, then one might see similar phenomena. Fierce waterfalls falling from Himalayan heights, volcanoes throwing themselves in a dance of destruction, molten lava that overflows and submerges the entire surface of the earth, vicious, venom-spitting serpents, space-shattering bellows, sweeping, sweltering fumes, and floods that consume the worlds - all three of them - at the end of it all.
“If”
there was such a contraption! The poet expresses his gratitude to the masks
that hide it all. Alas! The masquerade, the poet says, triumphs.
Praseeda’s
clear, unhindered rendition, lays bare the poet’s message with no veneer whatsoever.
© 1990 KTK