Language Games ( Remix)

A remix composition by Meera, originally written by Agha Shahid Ali

I went mad in your house of words,

purposely mad, so you would

give me asylum.

I went mad to undergo

a therapy of syllables.

But you only prescribed time.

That didn’t work.

**********************

Words never evade you,

you can build anything.

You can build a whole hour

with only seven seconds.

I too tinkered with their population.

Used them all at once,

sent them rushing behind you.

I saw my wild barbarous slaves,

tamed and domesticated at the sight of you.

Wagging their tails and bowing to you.

To which you waved and let them all astray.

I saw you doing wonders without words.

Like a stumbled atheist's gaze at the sky,

my words would roar and curse and complain.

but never call your name.

One day, you went mad too,

Purposely mad.

So, I could cure you.

There was no chance of you insane.

And I could not have cured you.

Because I was mad too,

Purposely mad.

so, I can build you an asylum.

The Tajmahal at Waste to Wonder Park, Delhi

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