Beauty is what by clarity of vision
more we learn greater we know truth
as we read history as mirrored by facts
yet time seems paradox in hand by realty....
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yet rain is indebted to clouds
mystery dissipates by illusion
reason never defies riffs of truth
i am as i am by commiseration
ocean is beyond reach of moon
horizon befuddles in silhouettes
tide and ebb reason to reason
all earthly riffle by rise and fall
love of Florence ramifies by colors
do we ever judge our own strength?
every bits of raves up redounds
rainbow rills on illusion by extermination
loved this... like the reflection of the moon on the sea.
Certainly makes one think; but, just as a quick response - though quick is not entirely at all appropriate I know - for me, the crux of the whole poem lies in the sentence Ocean is beyond reach of moon. Yes and no. True and false. In belief we can be conscious of what we believe to be true, and even hold onto this, but only the real truth (perhaps beyond belief) is really there, and will last. I am not clear on this but these certainly are words that predispose to hard thinking,
deep! ....mysterious...the title of the poem is not a mere title but a resonating effect in itself.
‘…reason never defies riffs of truth…’ Sound sane reason is equal to Truth ‘…rainbow rills on illusion by extermination’ Here poetic twist where poor rainbow in jeopardy of illusion… Contemplative poem…thanks sharing… 10+++ Ms. Nivedita UK
your words make it sound more like an illusion... clever usage of words, fulfilling the concept of an illsuion.
From : Ema B (sydney Australia; Female; 13) To : Dr.subhendu Kar Date Time : 11/29/2009 3: 31: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject : Re: hello, Dear fellow poet your poems were wonderful you are very talented I enjoyed reading your other poems to. I look up to you. Thank you.
life of the Man is the big illusion love also is one i loved rainbow one day i discovered it was also an illusion like all thanks and good piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paradox alias illusion! ? Reality virtually may appear as illusion. In Vedantic concept all are but illusion [delusion] except Bhraman. dr.sakti Cordially invite to read my unread poems and post comment and or criticism