Monday, 12 June 2017

Search....

    

























the space between words
and  the border between colors
     and of confusions, being secure and insecure
and the half wakefulness of sleepy eyes,
      yearning to rise, lost
 between decision and indecision,
        between willingness and unwillingness
 to rise;

    the not-so formed wild path
or the nothingness of sky
    or a wisp of cloud
or a whiff of sand;
         maybe
a time-bound illusion
    of 3-dimensional perceptions;
the consciousness in make
     between breaths

let me find
what soul am I


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7 comments:

  1. Sreeja, this is so beautiful. I love that the speaker is made of so many things that lie in between, made of search...

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  2. You are on the right path, it seems!

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  3. I love the way you describe the opposite directions - we are indeed formed that way.

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  4. that first line! what every poet strives for ~

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  5. STUNNING opening lines and a great sense of pondering here.

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