We Live In Bits Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Bits blend
To realize the whole,
As forms bond
And constitute beauty.

Elements bind
In innovative sequence
To invent new things,
To create new worlds
Of shapes and schemes
Of right and wrong,
Of character and soul.

Musical notes knit
And sensibilities fuse
To melodious magics;
Pregnant words sing
In bitty impressions
To create the poet's dream;
All are bonds of bonds,
Strange permutations
Of the nature's simple bits
That spawn new worlds
Of Satyam, Shivam, Sundaram.

No whole is itself,
All bare illusion,
Like a dream
That surfaces from suppressed emotions,
Like the self.
That sprouts from conditioned responses,
Like power
That sits on the ruins of
The needs around;
All, in bits and bounds,
Create new worlds
Of art and artifice,
Of sense and sensibilities
To breed freshness,

Time trickles in quantums,
Space spreads in spasmodic leaps,
Life bursts out of bits of acts
On unending path,
Littered with lost hopes
And undaunted optimism
Of new convert's zeal,
Like curds sour from milk;
Like colours diffuse in canvas
To spawn an artist's freak
In the eyes of a gull ible soul.

Though indeed there,
The creative whole,
A pure illusion
A rope and searpent's fable
Of absolute Advaita;
The illusions are real
While indeed untrue,
That in blank bits
Of death's disintegration,
Unwind to the nature's womb
For new creative names
In unending mysterious chain.

Red and yellow combine
And create luminous green;
Sulphur bonds ato oxygen
And spews braight, hot flame;
Thoughts and habits meet
And sprout indivisive Self
Of learned responses
In bits
From the dark expanse of the past.

Genetic codes in bits
Frame the whole of soul
In strange shades
Of experience
And environs,
As do bitty particles,
Thousands of galaxies.

Though void in form,
Soul exists as whole;
Though unrealised by sense,
It expresses in bits of becoming;
Though intemporal,
Soul moves in bits
In cycle of time.

Bits are truth and the whole, bare illusion;
Thoughts, forms, worlds and souls
Live in true minute bits
That spawn smoky ghosts
Of life and strife and pleasure and pain.