The Portal

This is an image of a portal. i chose it because it goes well with the theme of my dystopian poem.

I step into The Portal and a wave 

of numbers, alphabets, hieroglyphics  

and images rush toward me,  

saturating me and making me anxious. 

It takes a little getting used to. 

I still remember the first time when  

I thought the maelstrom would  

consume me, devour flesh, bone,  

and marrow. I exit and I’m possessed by  

a heightened lucidity, an eerie clarity  

which brings to mind the words, ‘glass’ 

and ‘water’. I don’t know how else to  

describe it. I know that I’m a black woman  

for the next month, giving impassioned  

speeches about blaxploitation and  

heralding legends like Rudy Ray Moore. 

Yeah, Dolemite is my name, and fuckin’ 

up motherfuckers is my game! I feel it  

in my damn soul,

and it doesn’t matter if I was 

a Hindu, brown man last month.  

Race, creed, gender and class  

are antiquated concepts. I have a mission  

and a purpose in the 21st Century Film  

Studies Department. The  

Portal has mapped out where I  

need to be and what I have to do.  

But I’m not a robot. I’m as sentient as  

they come. I made a choice to step into  

it, to be a paragon of virtue who  

decided to eliminate differences, opinions,  

madness and war, along with the rest of  

humanity. True, it was that or  

death, but who wants to die for  

a dream? And what is a dream but an  

illusion of independence? We all want  

someone to unburden us of conflict,  

and that I express 

myriad streams of thought running  

through my mind, combining at some 

point to form an awe-inspiring whole  

shows you I’m as sentient as they come.  

For dVerse

Photo by Fotis Fotopoulos on Unsplash

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Christopher Reilley
August 31, 2022 3:21 am

‘And what is a dream but an illusion of independence?’ This is a rather brilliant line and worthy of further depth. Very impressive work. Whether you choose to destroy or create you churn the same cyclical energy. Great poem.

Grace
August 31, 2022 6:26 am

I admire your voice and your chosen path. It takes courage to get rid of those antiquated concepts of race, creed, gender and class. Good luck on your mission.

Tricia Sankey
August 31, 2022 7:09 am

always love how cerebral your poems are, enjoyed! 👏👏

rob kistner
August 31, 2022 8:37 am

Really enjoyed the otherworldly essence of this piece Nitin. I would sgree, you are most sentient my friend. ✌🏼

Tanmay Philip
August 31, 2022 11:01 am

Yay! I can comment here again. This poem is epic! Your science fiction posts are all very imaginative. I’m a fan of the genre, so I can’t help myself from especially liking these posts.

Kim M. Russell
August 31, 2022 2:11 pm

Your poem sucked me into the portal with you, Nitin – what a maelstrom of angst! I love the association you make in the lines:
‘a heightened lucidity, an eerie clarity 
which brings to mind the words, ‘glass’
and ‘water’…’
And the defiant: ‘I’m not a robot. I’m as sentient as they come’. 

Reena
Reena
August 31, 2022 2:58 pm

Intense poem!

selma
August 31, 2022 4:29 pm

Wowed as I followed your every word. Thanks for this.

Jim
Jim
August 31, 2022 9:11 pm

Nitin, I’d like to use your portal for a few months. Yours was always good but not always easy to use. I hadn’t heard of the term, “blaxploitation”, that could be an exciting one to be fighting for a month.
“who wants to die for a dream?” Not me, but I hardly ever remember any of my dreams. More I remember since I had COVID, though it has messed with my mind in other aspects. I think it is aging early?
..

Dawn Pisturino
August 31, 2022 9:29 pm

An amazing poem, Nitin!

Björn Rudberg
September 1, 2022 12:59 am

I love the way you imagined this portal allowing you to step out of your skin to something different… maybe it’s still valid that we can choose to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.

Helen
September 1, 2022 1:43 am

Poems about portals are some of the most intriguing there can be … yours is a total success! Loved it.

Paeansunplugged
Paeansunplugged
September 1, 2022 11:19 pm

Nitin, I am blown away by this! Truly in awe..

ALi
ALi
September 2, 2022 7:47 am

This is really an intriguing poem. You have left me with much to consider.

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