Powdered ashes
Noiseless annihilation
A fiery tale.
Temporal thoughts
suspended in air
A new beginning.
Soulful music
Enraptured trance
A recurring dream.
Happy faces
non-existent evil
An incomplete life.
Poised equanimity
Presence of Good and Evil
Wisdom transcending Knowledge.
Attraction bordering on infatuation
Unconditional love-like stance
A superficial fairytale.
Cliched metaphors
dramatic love sagas
A subtle anachronism.
Wordless thoughts
Overpowering language
A surreal rhapsody.
Silence of the midnight
Flickering candles
An ironical fate.
Superfluous silence
Unprecedented flow of emotions
The birth of language.
Thoughts of wisdom,
Interlaced with soulful words,
Lost in translation.
This was brilliant on so many levels! The 3 liners (Haiku), the arrangement of the subsequent Haikus side-by-side, just like the creeper in the picture. Eventual climax! One of your best works!
Thanks a lot for the words of appreciation, Sudhamshu! I am glad you liked it and enjoyed it!
This was indeed one of your best words. Straight from your heart. Loved the emotions and I could imagine the night flowing as I read this passage. My favorite is:
Superfluous silence
Unprecedented flow of emotions
The birth of language.
Excellent!!
Thanks for the encouraging words, Saraswathi! I am glad you liked the piece!
A miasma. But where are you headed? Directionless?
Well, here goes Ranjani. First off, this is an engrossing poem, which can be interpreted at many levels.
Annihilation, ashes, evil, fiery.
When I read through the poem, not just in 3s, I find a path carved through emotions. So when I pictures the poetess who wrote it not in isolation, but in it entirety, the words are rather violent. A sort of a suppressed anger, if you would. If I take the last line and bunch them together, there is an interesting sub-story in it.
First of all I would like to thank you for understanding it in your point of view. Do you know what the success of every poet/writer is? To make people understand what they write in their respective points of view! Else, the work of the artist would be mundane. That way I am glad you could make out something I totally missed.
No, I didn’t write it in suppressed anger, Shrinath. Honestly. In fact I was in a happy mood when the thoughts struck me. Subconsciously maybe I might have had those thoughts(even that is a mere possibility) but I proclaim with assurance that the intended result was anything but violence.
But you know what? You have confused me a great deal. Now when I read it say, after a zillionth time, the poem looks like it REALLY has a dark tinge. I reckon it depends upon the way each person looks at it!
Thanks again for stopping by to comment. Cheers!
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