The closer you stand to a poem the more complex it seems.


An Image

Glassy are the waters
Calm and reflective of a present mood
Untouched,
Simple yet so profound.
Yet to come.
The blanket unruffledd
Mirrors a spotless sky
On its shiny surface.
He rises slowly.
Acknowledging my life.
And death from which he rose-
Splashes. Rivers flowing,
Dining in a fleshes delight,
Pour like a thousand streams
Down the sides of nothing.
The arms encircle
And throw praises skywards,
Ever upwards,
Risen.
Swings, ropes of unruly string,
Free resting.
Cool are those eyes,
A sigh.
The message sent
Not yet recieved.
Oh! He must not arise
From such water
But bathe in it,
To its life and from...

I am but a witness.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2009-11-04 at 22:19

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