Anuraag Sharma

Untitled

The sun – fevered, falling
‘hectic red’ – coughs a moon
out.
Viral day mews with pain
aching songs boughed.
An across is first a through
then beyond…. then gone.
A Plato – evening revives a
Socratic day in
whispered dialogues.
Creation is dia and dual
itself creates itself, its otherself…
self’s other ‘it’…
a mirror transparent, though.
Dia is Aristotle – spermed
light – headed morn – not
far, nor beyond and ever to come,
The slash in V/s is all mercury
plated on TRANS
on TRANS
parence or cendence, so what?
The path of Jatakas is via the caves
The way of Bodhisattva is a
swaying between
this and this
that and That Thou Art…

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008

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  • Abha Sharma (4/10/2008 2:24:00 AM)

    it is a fusion of complete scholarship and creative instinct..a metaphorical venture...enjoyed reading it...your lines are as magnanimous as this creation of God

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