there is a sparkle in the canopy— tilt your head this way and that— rainbow flashes blinding— blue, red, green, violet...flashes— a dewdrop, a kohinoor, this moment.
Just a plain observation, Balan. To make it a poem in the conventional sense, something more is needed. But I am not bothered about it being a poem. Our whole problem is trying to comform, to fit into into a pattern... We are always in conflict, trying something, trying to become... Can we be totally free?
was that really a sparkle in the canopy ? tilt your head the right way- and the flashes are gone the colors fade away- sunlight, shines bright. shadows of doubt sulk away in spite.
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A moment - thats all. But good enough for the rainy days - unless you find 'moments' then too.
Just a plain observation, Balan. To make it a poem in the conventional sense, something more is needed. But I am not bothered about it being a poem. Our whole problem is trying to comform, to fit into into a pattern... We are always in conflict, trying something, trying to become... Can we be totally free?
was that really a sparkle in the canopy ?
tilt your head the right way-
and the flashes are gone
the colors fade away-
sunlight,
shines bright.
shadows of doubt sulk away in spite.
dear uncle
i can see a beautiful rainbow!
felt like tilting head ,this way,that way :)
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