Sometimes I see the stars.
When the shroud of ignorance tears away
In view comes a shimmery display
’til a grey cloud returns to stay.
Sometimes I feel the sparks,
In the heart of my heart,
Cherish it within mind’s dark
Till practicality steps in,
And sponge of love departs.
Sometimes I smell the roses,
Party to the foreplay of tantalizing scents
’til I hit the snag a cruel roadblock imposes,
Pronouncing ‘Quick, move your tinseltoes’!
Love, oh love;
Sometimes I catch a flicker,
The pounding reaches my ear,
Continues till a fallacy raking mind intervenes,
Takes charge and pulls the veil.
Sometimes I see the future,
Fearing no tear,
An undoubting skull I carry,
Or should I say, a common needs quarry –
Of peace everywhere,
Of smiles and cheer,
No sundry faith,
Or scope for treachery.
Abruptly, I snap out.
Awaking from a tranquil reverie,
An hour of paid harmony achieved.
To my inbox I now revert!
I’ve no intention to delude;
When I say ‘Sometimes I see the stars’,
I do.
(January 29, 2008)
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It started as cynical take on an extremely redundant topic of material life. But somehow, one evening while returning home, the velvety blue night sky seemed very uncharacteristically obliging with a fantastic display of a bunch of bright stars. My cell phone always comes handy when such thoughts emanate, especially at a time when I believe that both my hemispheres are hibernating with no sign of coming out of it!
