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Sunday, March 25, 2007

DISCOVERING "ME"..

In silence..with mometary quietus ..
Contemplate , ponder , discuss
In a single leap of thought..I traverse..
with a single line of poetry ..lands of emotions diverse.
The narrow boundary between love and hate..
The subtle distinction between overflow and satiate..
The slightly skewed self-communication..
A soliloquy ....a "me" in conversation
to pause at every crumple ...to further crease the memory,
every smile or tear captured...to compile the final story..
to smoothen out certain folds..that disturb the process of thought..
to fill in emotions where nothing remains..to calm a thirsty drought..
to arrange..to organise..all in the unwritten chronicles of the mind..
to gather some newer parts of self...to leave some old ones ...behind..
to mourn at what broke..my crystal vase of hope and light..
to remember its delicacy..and my foolish childish delight..
to let some colors in....from the pack of my childhood things
to set free some imagination...borrowed from the gift of wings ..
to hear the echo of laughter old ..
to remember secrets never shared or told..
to smile and cry together...to thus entertain confusion..
to hurriedly edit inundated sentiments...to clear the blurred vision
to rationalize..to sympathise..with idealism wounded and hurt ,
to learn to be accepting....of that occasional speck of dirt..
the half-hearted oscillations about where reality lives,
superimposed upon the creatively crafted ...the perceptions she forcefully gives..
to still learn to preserve and gradually own...
in the guise of circumstance...weeds of thoughts that have grown..
to recollect some..to still feel the anguish
to succumb to the darkness that gnaws..to then fail to distinguish..
to search for pure oblivion....forgetfulness as a defence..
to end the interaction in haste..to welcome a blissful ignorance
This occasional glimpse into those hidden thoughts...
which I not everyday unlock and see...
a little step of my eternal journey with myself...
of someday...discovering "me"...

2 comments:

sinjhini said...

"to mourn at what broke..my crystal vase of hope and light..
to remember its delicacy..and my foolish childish delight.."

so poignant and so true,, no grief is greater than that of ur dreams getting shattered
for this vase was not just a piece of glass but the glass whose core reflected and made the whole dream resplendent wid colors of hope, desire and unsaid promises...
it is a mirage and u can come out of its hypnosis only when it shatters...


all in all very very beautifully written,,,
may ur dreams never get shattered ..
god bless u :)

taciturn said...

just great keep the sililoquy going and flowing