light remains without weight
and until light is defied
its presence is unnoticed
do you see light?
no! you only see
the effect of light
on what obstructs light
oh, how powerful is this light
that has no significance on its own
(like a religion without followers)
but wait! light is fast, isn’t it?…
and with a smirk of pride
light raced against all creation
but upon reaching
burned with envy, as
darkness was already there
waiting for her
I was reading two different answers about seeing light
Light is the only thing we can see
We inherently cannot see light.
What we see is actually the object on which the light falls.
I chose to write about the latter.
What are your thoughts?
Oh, and I could not resist being a little cheeky about the speed of light :)
These are in fact two poems combined
between two days
between two heartbeats
between two secrets
between two hopes
between two illusions
between two surprises
between two coincidences
between two waves
to what lies in between
Just to let you know that I have created an index for all the posts in my blog. You might (re)discover something from the archives. Here is the page Index. Hope you enjoy going through the blog.
And a huge thank you for being part of and helping me create my magical journey.
into a bottomless pit
a bottomless pit
is the best type of pit to fall into
inspired by Sadhguru
a forgotten acquaintance offers flowers
to eat, their anthers specifically which
i must say were nectary, sitting
in a red double-decker bus until
other passengers boarded
i then drove my car into
a dark so dense, so deep even
darkness was not visible
hesitantly moving on
bewildered, bewildered, bewildered!
i was guided to a bluish dawn perhaps
not ready for endarkenment…yet
driving down a spiral staircase
residents staring out in horror
devastation of my beloved city
sacred places i frequent, obliterated
infidel, infidel, infidel!
none, not one of the 6, yes SIX alarms could rouse me from my early morning nightmare today
if silence had a face
would you recognise her?
if silence had a scent
how would you describe it?
if silence could hear
what secrets would you speak?
if silence had words
if silence had a tone
if silence could be unsilent
….for a while
i now know how it would sound
This poem was inspired by the above video. I just had a feeling that if silence had a sound, it would be like this beautiful song.
After I created A Land, Broken at my poetry workshop we had to rearrange the same poem from 2 quatrains to 4 couplets, without deleting or adding any words.
when should we be unheard?
we, the interdependent and erect hearts
spoke in the master’s tongue
“forget our broken blood was borderless
what we reject is a line once written and sung
when a land by that one independent carved wall is
never in pain, the same seamless songs around her”
I guess since I had no intention behind the poem, its meaning is open to interpretation. Would love to know what you got from this rearranged poem. It wasn’t easy I must say! But it was something different and it was lots of fun.
while the rumour is raw
deal with it delicately
figure out facts
silently sift through the suspect
~ responsible reporting ~
(Aren’t we all under the heavy influence of media?
Conveying my message through alliterations,
which I love to use…though not to overuse)
when thoughts are hidden
dreams are born
echoing in the night
what you most want to forget
Nightmare: when you cannot appreciate the reality of your dreams