Tuesday 20 November 2007

Double - speak



Wheels within wheels
Lines between lines
Persons inside persons

So many innuendos
hypocrisy..

Misaffection
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
yours.






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.

http://kerrdelune.blogspot.com/2006/06/beyond-fields-we-know-iii.html

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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