A word before you read

I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Star Gazing



A power grid collapse can
tumble your surreally  lit world.
It’s then the hazy night casts
its coal coat over the earth
obliterating differences, neutralizing
everything in the light of darkness
except the distant starry ember topping.

Then when you peer into
the incomprehensible boundless void
of the countless star-studded heavens
realization jolts your entire being
of how false-safely ensconced you are
in your caged self,  your skin-wrapped universe,
with your space as large-little as your head
and how sagacious and big-headed
you pretend to be.

Then when you gaze long and steady
at those bone shaking starry void of heaven
Realization dawns
on the futility of expressing being
with mindless action of regressive progress;
on the wisdom of being  rooted in being,
wherein effortless becoming flows,
time dilates to the now of being from which you act.
Realization makes you
break into laughter
expand your being in inclusion
to throb in unison with the universe.

The stars will jolt you
and the heavens shatter you
on a night the power grid breaks.

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