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I walk across the high walls
on the road teeming with masses of men-
stopping-stooping-stoic
all propelled by a want and assembled
at the origin-the very creator [The Gods]
chips of blinking things-shrouds of wrapped pastel
Idols
Pills
Bread
Red wine (Blood)
White wine (Urine)
Father-son and
the Holy Spirit
Endless expanse of silk
doused in purple fumes
A hundred eyes unblinking
a hundred simultaneous prayers
mutterings of the hopeful [Devotee]
Prostrate
Fallen
Lost
Disillusioned
Believers
Seekers
Awaiting apocalypse [Closure]
And the ambiance leaves no place
for ambiguity
The high walls adorned by the fresco-
dazzling, surreal
A thousand burning candles in all their glory
A thousand incense sticks emanating tendrils
of holy smoke
A Zen capsule
with chi at equilibrium
The elements
all-at-tandem
The crescendo
the flailing arms
and gushing tears
the wooden boxes
with the cloaked stranger
the conch shells and
oscillating urn
hyperventilated
exhilarated
euphoric
enchanted
They have found
at last and are bound to
every time
I am just
the recurrent aberration
the constant face
at every rendezvous
My head wrapped or
my palm outstretched
or my mouth busy
with words, wine
or wonderful ambrosia
served for the mass
I am just a faceless-nameless entity
in their eyes in HIS eye too
Like he is in my eye
The shrine-the deity-the straight swastika-the cross
the tranquil sage or the fire-just more in a world
of symbols-cryptic codes and anthropomorphic entities
The bigger problem for all their problems
the higher truth for all their truth
the worst lie for all their misinterpretation
Unfathomable
Omnipresent
Omniscient
'Wherever you go
The network follows'
Count the blessings
calculate your grievances
and submit your form
at the formless
Published 28th Nov 2011
| Edited 16th Jun 2012
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29th Nov 2011 5:54am
A very soothing and realizable piece indeed! I am amazed by your vocabulary overhere very suitable to the context of your creation.
29th Nov 2011 8:51am
Anando
I am glad you enjoyed
it and thank you for
the kindness.
:)
Light
S'
I am glad you enjoyed
it and thank you for
the kindness.
:)
Light
S'
Anonymous
29th Nov 2011 8:44am
Its just perfect.
Again
written with
such
devotion.
Wonderful.
Blue Skies to you.
Al .
Again
written with
such
devotion.
Wonderful.
Blue Skies to you.
Al .
29th Nov 2011 8:52am
29th Nov 2011 8:50am
So much wisdom in your words..you are truly gifted and inspired..a very soul giving poem..beautiful..peace Crim :)
29th Nov 2011 8:54am
29th Nov 2011 1:44pm
this would work, but you created the feeling through that minimalistic approach. each word's meaning stretched along with its sound to cover the piece... beautiful. [:
29th Nov 2011 7:49pm
Jessie,
Missed you here.:)
Curtsy. And glad I
could somehow manage
to make it work.
Means something.
Light,
S'
Missed you here.:)
Curtsy. And glad I
could somehow manage
to make it work.
Means something.
Light,
S'
29th Nov 2011 1:56pm
the masses of bodies, undulating, supine, hands clasped, words, chants, incantations...like swirling pools of words and people. I saw it, Pyaara. Good words.
29th Nov 2011 7:51pm
Grace
The lost soul mate
who is a seer.:)
I get overjoyed every
single time you say
what I want to see.
Light.
x
pyaara
The lost soul mate
who is a seer.:)
I get overjoyed every
single time you say
what I want to see.
Light.
x
pyaara
6th Dec 2011 5:44pm
I have studied religion for most of my life and in the midst of it it feels exactly like this, just a swirl of things like getting lost in a huge, uncaring crowd. I especially like how you ended it. It took the tradition of the observations and melded them with the modern text-speak title. Well done.
9th Dec 2011 1:54pm
PierreTheMad
Thank you.
Would love to
interact sometime.
Thanks for the visit.
Curtsy
S
Thank you.
Would love to
interact sometime.
Thanks for the visit.
Curtsy
S
