The stylus slowly descends On a spinning plate of frozen wax And eloquently perches on a family of tight lipped grooves. Sounds like slow footsteps of rain Rustle up a lilting popular song called whats up Before the platinum jams the inflexions at a single point Where it scratches and scrapes and lacerates the skin of wax In a frenzy of convoluted whorls and loops That conjures up a haze of loud driveling trance. A new mangled sound hammers at your head Complex twisted voices chatter a stuck refrain Wattsssupwhassuphotsupppwosuf-f-f-f-f-f, parroting it With the flogging intimacy of strangers. Thoughts pace at menacing speeds To usurp from the goldmine of answers Some articulate fragments of satisfaction. Each time on the turntables A new song is born It soars above the weight of intentions and accidents Like an object marked by the irreverent beauty Of a technical fault
Rohit Ranjan is an Independent Filmmaker, photographer
and teacher of film studies and photography at various media institutes.
He has a MA in English from Delhi University and a MA in Mass Communication
from Jamia Milia Islamia. He has been writing poetry, short stories
and screenplays and his interests include independent and experimental
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