Monday, November 03, 2008

Artificial.


Tow along,
Unfinished the task, for yet its day,
Its not yet dark, the light will stay,
The cosmos awake, the dusk away,
Just a passing shadow, its month of May,
No snow, no storm to bar your way,
The fall shall never fall from today.

8 comments:

Shubhajit said...

hmmm..quite contemplative..but i think light will not stay for long, i am not pessimist but that is the law.

anyways, you asked about consciousness, yes of course it is collective consciousness but it starts from own consciousness...

Mampi said...

But the beauty of Fall is irreplaceable too. What about that?

How do we know said...

Nicely done! not too raw, and not too done. Just the right kind of meat! :-) One of the best that i have read on ur blog.

oceanic mirages said...

shubh: hii, my point was exactly that, the whole emphasis on the mechanization and its valourisation was to precisely subvert the meaning of light itself.

mampi: hiiiii, my face lights up when i see ur comment on my blog, i dont know why bt theres spmething....
abt the fall, the intended meaning of the "fall" here is night, winters, autumn, death and my emphasis in saying it was precisely what you felt, the meaning is hidden in the very words i used.

Howdy: thank you ma'am :-)glad u liked it, well iw ont call it my best on my blog, i would say my best is opium and kandhmaal...hope u read them.

shadows said...

realism seems to be the flavour of this month....

Impressionist said...

that was really good!
I love the way it rhymes

-I

adi said...

miles to go before we sleep, eh?

and should there be an apostrophe in the its of 'its month of may'?

as for me, it is persistence that makes light of the dark, light of the burden one is carrying. just go on, go on... tenacity is a quality i sorely miss... and i agree, kandhamal and opium are my favorites too. but then as u'll read amrak's comment, u shud seriously give time to ur hindi too. 'cos therein lies the real ephiphany of ur poetry.

human being said...

hmmm... i just sat i thought about tomorrow...

you're right a never falling fall is artificial... art but facial...

concentric spirals

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