Thrown off the Milky Way got this form?
Hurling my legs and hands I asked in intense
to deep blue sky, 'who'm I? Tell me why?'
It doesn't tell, remains silent as ever,
and makes me run around without a cover.
My quest follows for a reply.
My horoscope gives me a way
but it installed me to dictate
for my utter discomfort.
Inch by inch I'm pushed off
not to emerge but got submerged
in humdrum of the world I created.
Me the outsider hangs around at the periphery
being invisible as the one in busy traffic square
looking for a way as the signals glare.
Unknown my past, and so also future.
Today, the dot eager to explore.
I, the aggregate of love-dews
see empty around when
the door-frame denies entry anymore.
Then why’m I here? What for?
Am I a droplet? A shadow to vanish in deep blue sky?
Still, like to float around today as a dot.
Like to bake my cake on my hearth in Sun
and search in night for lily in moon
even I'm a quark exist to vanish soon.
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It has appeared in MuseIndia Jan-Feb 2011
http://museindia.com/viewrep2.asp?id=29646
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2 comments:
This is good , the subject chosen is so profound , and the way it is presented is equally intuitive.. If we are all quarks , this thought will build up on all of our mental Nucleii and become the universe itself :-)
dear Kalyan
Thanks for the comment.
Probably, we will see the Universe in better way.
best wishes
Hrushikesha
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