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Saturday, January 20, 2007

IN SEARCH OF..

Khoj

In search of..

an ephemeral eternity,
an artificial tranquility,
cherished silences,
well-meant promises.

In search of..

the moon on a moonless night,
the inner light in the outer bright.
sunshine on a cloudy winter day,
Some childhood games I still can play.

In search of..

the ability to see and discern
the first lesson I am yet to learn.
belief faith patience
beyond words stories pretence.

In search of..

me myself mine
curvature in a straight line.
the supreme equation
the clarity in that single definition.

In search of..

the faith beyond reason,
the never changing season.
the forgotten indictment,
the final judgement.

In search of..

realigned emotions,
vivid visions.
an understanding without attempt,
Acceptance without contempt.

In search of..

The burden of reality,
borne with a humbling tenacity,
Beauty in all simplicity,
Innocent rawness in creativity.
Honesty in appreciation,
A delicately succint expression.

In search of..

The taste of the winds of change,
Circumstances I can craft and arrange.
Illusions that shatter at the first touch,
destinations reached without walking much.

In search of..

the permanent reflection,
the divinity in perfection.
a non-rehearsed presentation,
the first draft of a dedication.

In search of..

amateur painting , jumbled handwriting,
clumsy embriodery, out of tune singing,
unreasonable idealism that clings,
dreams without wax wings.

In search of...

eyes that don't complain,
three dimensions on a single plane.
experiences that don't teach,
empathy without the desire to preach.

In search of..

conclusions for the endless,
dismay in distress,
admissions of blunder that can undo,
the white smeared over the sky-blue.

In search of..

Baffling conundrums , simple solutions.
That Single word , million connotations,
Poetry composed without a thought,
Unstinting support when least expected or sought.

In search of...

the last number I can count,
the most beautiful memory to create and recount,
a rendezvous with life , the every day meet

In search of..
The ground beneath my feet.

2 comments:

Chintan said...

The last time I remember appreciating such poetry was Keats, back in Std 9, ICSE..

You're gifted! :-)

sinjhini said...

Complete ACP to chintan,,
And yipeeeeeee u r back again :)