She experienced far more
Than people could imagine.
She endured silenty
While people sympathized.
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Rooted Memories? Let go!
They have no sense
Of occasion,
An understanding
Of situation.
Carefreely they rise.
The Source
Until yesterday, I acknowledged
The moon for lighting the path that
I walked during the dark nights.
Poet Poetry Poem
Poetry is
(Or, is born in)
the wordless contemplation,
the radical joy,
the hearty cry,
the prayerful shout,
the unconditional love,
the ceaseless kiss,
the noiseless scream,
and more…
Unlistenable/unknowable to others,
Until the poet
overwhelmingly expresses.
“Titles” and Us..
Thanking Sonya for the post/prompt. Thanking Davide Cantelli for the photograph.
“We have read so many eyes, faces, felt fingers. We recognize each our readers with a title here.
Each of us, each of our pages, words, letters, characters and even each space knows volumes about our titles.
However, silence is all that we would prefer, for what to say about the different titles, when we are all defined most aptly by the all-pervading spirit”
Egalitarianism – Forced!
A King’s death
Would be a story of valor
Would be mourned; Ends a chronicle
A Queen’s death
Would be a story of sacrifice
Would be a heartache
An Aristocrat’s death
Would be the need of the hour
Would be saddening
A Pawn’s death
Would be assumed to happen
Would be a duty fulfilled
During their lives a discrimination was caused in their standard of living, their labour, stature and recognition
But, fascinatingly death normalized it all and made soil out of them. Archaeologist, till date, haven’t been able to differentiate between their soil or as to whom it belonged to!
I wonder if there could be egalitarianism prior to being forced into it?
What Young isn’t and is..
Young isn’t ‘not old’
Young isn’t age-associated
Young is beyond ageing.
Young isn’t growing
Young isn’t decaying
Young is beyond processes.
