Gazing up at the inky sky
The mysteries it seeks to hide
I search for my only Star
A brilliance amidst lesser lights
Convey this knowledge, a simple truth
A beacon strives, strides and rides
Through the darkest tunnel
The call to life
Something shapeless, formless, imagined
So tangible, so visible so realized
Felling barriers, times and dimensions
Present, incarnated breath infused
Wing my thoughts, my dreams, my sighs
Yonder the abyss, the chasm of guise
Oh but only to bridge, to reach, to submerge
This song, a crescendo, convulsing me asunder.
©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai
It is an unseen brilliance, something mysterious hiding inside that gives shape and form to our thoughts and being! Let it come and radiate you that your songs rise like a crescendo! Beautiful, Seema!
The mysteries, Something shapeless, formless, imagined and then you come to tangibility and realized visibilty; then you speak of: Wing my thoughts, my dreams, my sighs Yonder the abyss, A poem full of mystery simply because you put together seemingly contradictory terms and finally you build a bridge to mend it all. very nice poem both philosophic and with a sense of mystery. thank you very much dear Seema
Thank you Dr. Tony, hopefully some day I will continue to improve at philosophy and in my expressions! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the verse's constantly beckoned me to understand your onLy favored and highly regarded star was such as a Black Hole you so brilliantly danced all around the subject matter without ever confessing nor declaring your favorite star was actually a Black Hole. Bravo Mrs. Jayaraman for such writings as these. I offer unto you a standing Ovation of praise. Clapping my hands in your General Direction and nodding out of respect. wearing a big Smile of pride for such as the Likes of you.