I often sit alone and think,
brood over and speak to myself.
These small moments lift silence
within the self, do help.I stay.
One moment when stretched
seems infinite, its depth intrigues
charms, amuses, lifts the spirits
instantly, My fingers tap; I hum.
I don't speak; not that I want
to. I hold this moment within
the breath that teeters on
the mind's edge, I observe.
Closed eyes, warm
palms on my face
disturbed. beats now dance
with grace, I travel.
Limited, known measures
cant calibrate, the unknown yet
sought after distances.In
dignity, I walk again.
17th November 2009
Nice poem attempting to understanding the sixth sence and rejuvanating the kundaleni, it is beyond the scoring of internal energy, thanks for sharing,10.
You should know that what you write isn't worth enuf a comment..'coz the feelings and art of a poet can never be justified simply by that. I like the way you feel: -)
Excellent poem and well composed Simple but meaningful. Enjoyed reading it Thanks
it's that experience beyond that nudges one towards self-expression...u captured that state...
Lovely poem! Yes, silence sometimes feels so nourishing, so reassuring..moments can be stretched into the infinite, unfathomed distances can be crossed in seconds, and impossible becomes possible!
I stay, I hum, I observe, I travel, I walk. Each aptly described in a lilting verse. Well done!
dear nikunj.....the feeling to hold on infinity in a moments flash of truth.these moments are precious and special.loved the poem! you write so well. ritty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so beautiful and relaxing