Tuesday, 20 November 2007

Double - speak

Wheels within wheels
Lines between lines
Persons inside persons

So many innuendos

silences that gouge
deep gaping wounds

Lavished briefly
with a salve of
sweet words

And then you're
back to being a
stone man -
stone-heart, stone-mind

With a double edged knife
to twist in my soul

I am
after all

Usha, 2 Apr, '91

Monday, 19 November 2007

The Liminal

To look at life

beyond that distant horizon
is something I love to do-

In the liminal spaces abounding.

Of your gaze, in which
I see times past, and
The promise of future.

Of that child’s laughter
pulling me along in its wake-
A delight, sheer joy in innocence,
Back to a time, when nothing soured.

In that bolt of lightning
which rips apart the sky.
and gives a glimpse, being a window
To power and beauty, incomparable, of nature!

In that word on a page
which in itself opened up
a thousand possibilities-
of use, abuse and experience!

Of a friend, or maybe a stranger,
who takes you places,
knowingly, unknowingly
On to that threshold
you never knew was there.

Through the ink
that is the medium
for the soul to express itself-
bare and raw, in all its glory.

But most of all, the Liminal Space
of finally not being-
when the eyes close, deeper into the self
flying above all earthly bonds-

When I am the Liminal
for my own soul.

Usha, 15 August ‘07

This is one write that is inspired by a young man named Arun, who shared with me some really
awesome pages from an excellent blogger, one of whose pages are to be found in this link.


The word Liminal just refused to leave my mind, and that is why it is here... writing itself through these words. Thanks again, Arun!

A Quest!

To live upon
that distant dream,
that one day
I shall find me!

To sleep upon that
cushioned memory
that has yet to be
a part of me-

To sing that song
whose music long ago
I heard - though the
words are yet to speak-

To walk along that
road - myself and me;
And I and we.

That coming together,
in that union of myself-
That sense of finally
being born-

The curtain then
shall fall;
Replete shall I be.

Just I.
In Eternity.

Usha, 21 July, '07


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