Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.
I find myself in the middle of an eye, watching myself in its blank stare. Much to illustrate the alienation. Quiet not hard to uplift ones state of mind at this stage. Poet defining fourth dimension and also showing the way to attain this certain level of truth. Magnificent. Marvelous just to feel eternally....I stay and go: I am a pause......Flag it high. Pranab k c 10+++
Lovely lines: The moment scatters. Motionless, I stay and go: I am a pause.
Nice poem, but it was also chosen as poem of the day on November 17,2012 and November 17,2013. Poem Hunter, please have some of your humans (if you have any at the website) actually read some of the recent poems and start choosing new ones for poem of the day instead of letting your computers do it.
The moment scatters motionless.......how beautiful to it read is beyond expression. Great.
'The Modern Poem of the Day' - this poem certainly deserves the honor! Congratulations to the poet, posthumously! 'I find myself in the middle of an eye, watching myself in its blank stare.' - These two lines cannot have a parallel. Outstanding! 'The moment scatters. Motionless, I stay and go: I am a pause.' - What a beautiful end to the poem! A masterly mark!
to this earth everyone comes and goes, everyone does everything according to own mind satisfaction- maybe someone unable to do accordingly. But this is the life where sometimes this feelings come that it's a recycling circle of this whole universe; greatly written this poem
All is visible and all elusive, all is near and can’t be touched. .... Time throbbing in my temples repeats the same unchanging syllable of bIood.....Ow fantastically crafted the pure feelings of life, death, earth, time and peoples mental condition;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The moment scatters. Motionless, I stay and go: I am a pause. ] the whole universe is in it, and I want to stay there for every line. this is something.