Standing in front of a pool of water,
Gazing at the depth increased manifold,
The consciousness searching for my origin,
The eyes feasting on the clarity yet untold,
I loved the ugly reflection inside,
I liked my universe smiling back at me,
The same scum, the similar marshes,
The sultry, simmering, summer swamps
The hungry bog with its doomed tentacles,
Spreading the plague; through irresistible clamps,
I was merely looking at an artificial pit,
With a mirror base,
That produced the oceanic mirage,
Recreating the depth,
Rewriting the history,
Refashioning my past;
Entranced I stood,
Bound to the now beautified ugliness,
By a conscious surrender of the search,
I felt tired and weary,
Or so it seemed…
Gazing at the depth increased manifold,
The consciousness searching for my origin,
The eyes feasting on the clarity yet untold,
I loved the ugly reflection inside,
I liked my universe smiling back at me,
The same scum, the similar marshes,
The sultry, simmering, summer swamps
The hungry bog with its doomed tentacles,
Spreading the plague; through irresistible clamps,
I was merely looking at an artificial pit,
With a mirror base,
That produced the oceanic mirage,
Recreating the depth,
Rewriting the history,
Refashioning my past;
Entranced I stood,
Bound to the now beautified ugliness,
By a conscious surrender of the search,
I felt tired and weary,
Or so it seemed…
12 comments:
nice way of stating the uncertainity in mind..
pretty !
n yet again u did it!!..
tired weary???
the mirage rather i shd say is in ur work..it makes u feel near..yet it vanishes as one is about to catch it..
artificial pit..with mirror base..producing oceanic mirage..well reflected...u r a magician of words!!
WWO brilliant stuff Deepti! And very nice pic too..
**Bound to the now beautified ugliness,
cleverly put...
Keshi.
one of the best ones till date..
how one looks within and finds a treasure trove of trinkets- ready to be rubbed, shined and kept in the alcoves of concsience or discarded after a moment's pleasure... this search for the within, from the without, when the ugliness becomes beautiful and vice versa...all this comes out so well in these words...
or so it seems ;)
hi diiiiiiiiiiii:)
nice poem
"The hungry bog with its doomed tentacles,
Spreading the plague; through irresistible clamps,
I was merely looking at an artificial pit,
With a mirror base,"......
Beautiful!
very nice...i'll b a regular frm now on!
rashi: thanx n welcome to madness.
Dream catcher: hmmmmmmmmmmm, u got it right buddy.:-)abt the mirage part n as far me being a magician is concerned, i wud rather be a witch ;-)
keshi: :-)thanx,[clever], well that wasnt an expected response...
Aditi: hmmmmm, thanx a ton madame n this coming from you is surely a feather in my cap.
Adi: u can wait for my reaction at this till we meet...;-)
Anon: thanx, but i dint recognize u. naam kya hai ji?
What' in a name: thanx buddy.
Neo: oh!i thought u already are :-(
Thanks for that wonderful cmmnt u left on my blog. Will look forward to more from you....both on ur and my blog. Adios.
gud hai ji aaj kal aap hume pehchaan bhi nahi rahi hai.its me diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii;)
"Entranced I stood,
Bound to the now beautified ugliness,
By a conscious surrender of the search,
I felt tired and weary,
Or so it seemed…
never realised how beautiful ugliness can me ..
am amazed...
alok
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