the ball,
a sphere of leather hexagons
sewn tight in black and white,
its bladder pumped to the right temper,
lies in the middle of the indoor stadium,
totally at rest.
i take a run-in and kick it,
with a nice swing of the right foot,
and it sails
and hits the wall and bounces back
bum bum bum bum bum...
dribbling,
rolling round and round
and settling,
chuckling...
now, totally at rest.
*****
8 comments:
Long after the game ends it is played and replayed in the mind. The exhiliration surges through your being.The earth is in play and when it ends would not we rejoice?
I meant it in a different way, Prabhakar. A sudden flight of ambition in me, when a friend suggested helping me to get these pieces published as a book. It took one week for me to return to ground, during which period I was not able to write even a line, in spite of my wife being not home.
Oops! I don't see what ambition is involved in getting it published as a book.
I think you should allow it to be published... along with the comments.
u decided not to ?
went through the whole from beginning to now and found nothing special about it. I am a good critic.
No one likes own pictures. Its the feeling one get when one acts out of expectation. Request you to still publish it and forget the whole episode.The fact that ball returned to ground is a good state to act without any expectation
Now, you are dribbling the ball once again. I have noticed when I have an agenda or a desire all creativity in me is dead. The mind moves in two directions, either to the past or to the future, either weighed down or elated by what had happened in the past, or worried or spinning grand schemes of the future. This process, whichever way, bogs you down, you are not light and free to respond to the moment, at your job or in your personal life. It is very difficult to make the mind still. Only when the mind is still (I have noticed watching myself after reading JK on this subject) can there be creativity. This blog I had actually started with the intention of watching this watching process in me, although there are other trivial things also in it. By its nature, it is not for publication, but something for myself, with my friends on the blog helping me along.
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