Oh The Sisyphus Me

By Tanmay Gill

To hell with desire and get devoured by it

Hellish might it be so, but heavenly it may be too

To hell with longing and not long forever

Is the ideal aim of the rational

To lie to myself and drown into oblivion

Of an imagined niche of absolute autonomy

Is to hell with reality for comfort

For when vitality is threatened

Manipulated are the senses for they seek

Smells, sights and the relevant personifications

Of things that foster our vitality and to hell

With counter intuitions till the time

The demons from the cranial attic

Demolish the pseudo structure of relativism

And gawk at your pale face and say “nice attempt”

Sisyphus you roll the boulder up the hill

Only to fail like jack and jill

For the desire is not settled if not for exhaustion

The fire of sisyphus might be quenched it it perish on the way

But you lose sight for the belonging

And for the illusion of transformation

To see what you should have seen

Is to accept your truth in the aftermath

BUT, Sisyphus you rebuild the wall with

boulders Thrown at you -big and small

To hell with demons say you

Dwell in your dwelling till falsehood dwells

Relative falsehood is what you preach

To yourself in days if doom

Absolute truth lurks in the darkness

Till light killd your deellings to doom

The truth is that...the truth is harsh

But Sisyphus you, has a will to thrive

To raise again a wall of stones and sand

Till demons demolish it with the truthful hand

Of bad times to come if by hope you live

Demons might not slay the tomb you build

Sisyphus you, oh the Sisyphus you....

You are the one with true and false

But if only to be preished by truth be better

I give up the falsehood and get devoured at once

False is familiar misery, so i hope to live by it

But i also hope to reach the top of hill

If only not cursed by jack and jill

By Tanmay Gill