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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 ‘what’s 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 cinema, film and literature

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