Death-
With no rhyme or reason,
Is still the best poem…
Poem that branches out to infinitude-
Where winged visceral images come to roost,
From where memories drop and bite the dust.
Poetry is death…
Or vice versa?
Death is poetry?
One knows not,
As the scribbling of death-
(Oh that hieroglyphic verse),
Remains strangely imperceptible…
Yet it is there,
Still, with no rhyme or reason
Bini B.S.: She is currently a post-doctoral fellow at Balvant Parekh Centre for General Semantics and Other Human Sciences, Baroda, Gujarat. Her research articles, poems and translations have appeared in national and international Journals and anthologies. She is the editor of Anekaant: A Journal of Polysemic Thought and the Managing Editor of JCT (Journal of Contemporary Thought). Her poems were part of an anthology of corporeal poems titled A Strange Place Other than Earlobes: Five Poets, Seventy Voices published by Sampark, Calcutta in 2014. She is the winner of the 2016 J. Talbot Winchell award for her contributions to the discipline of general semantics, which she received in a ceremony in New York on October 21, 2016.