Thursday, 8 April 2010

at the centre of nowhere

then you take me to a place at the centre of nowhere,
where we see
all sights for the first time,
hear the sound of music for the first time.
we link our hands,
and neither you nor i have a name anymore,
our breath is the breath of the wind,
our blood the sap of the earth.



kalpana said...

A place where there is no you or me just the silence...

I loved this poem!

Balachandran V said...

WoW! If only one could feel like that, at least once in a lifetime!

Prabhakar said...

A moment of true bliss!A fine snapshot.

P. Venugopal said...

The other day a friend asked me: Can you look at the world as though you are seeing it for the first time, hearing its sounds and sensing its smells for the first time? Like the newborn opening up its five senses to its surroundings? Without searching for words in one language or the other to represent what you see, hear, smell, taste or experience by sense of touch so that you can store it up in your memory? Without naming anything to reduce the real into symbols? Allowing the whole of it to flood into you? Just try it. Its a wonderful experience.