When the wind that sifts dust
becomes erratic
the earth becomes
like someone's kite-
trees, clouds and sky
clash against each other-
the obscure torches
silence breaks plates
empty space pours down
that presupposes
the advent of something unseen
which takes shape for something
else unseen
as grapes manifest
from blossoms
heavy with wine unseen
in which you look for what is firm
that lifts its head in your heart-
yielding insight other than
sorrow and joy,
the rest is dreg.
Flash of lightening and thunder sometimes gives us surprise and fear. But natural beauty still we remember. A nicely penned poem is shared.10
the rest is dreg. Profound poem. Enjoyed it. Thanks. anjandev Roy.
Very thought provoking poem...A cyclone always disturbs, turns everything upside down, brings in chaos...
Cyclone as metaphor for act of clearing when all that is superfluous and mere appearance (dreg) gives way to reveal the essence: that which is firm, which transcends sorrow and joy (wow!) , created from emptiness that pours down - the advent of something unseen that creates something unseen (doubly unseen) , where grapes blossom heavy with wine (also unseen) ! ! A remarkable reflection on appearance and essence. Very powerfully penned.
Well observed, well wanted.thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cyclone O' no the clone baby of nature! From the unknown comes it thoroughly a gigantic shape changes it into a disgrace! natural or supernatural ..........///// wonderfully written