Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Often A Disquiet


My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. I’m two and both keep their distances- Siamese twins that aren’t attached.

~Fernando Pessoa, Book of Disquiet


Often a ray
Calls my name from where the Sun sank
Often a ship
Sailing too fast strikes the river bank
Often a river
Overflows right in front of me
Often a fragrance
Dances and plants kisses on my cheeks
I sit down
No matter where I am
And often I fancy
Some strange shapes and forms in debris.


Often Moon rumbles
Deep in my pocket it turns and dribbles
Setting Sun, sinking slowly
Eaten up by some speck like squirrels on a tree
Often wide world shrinks
Fits right in my hands like my favourite cup of a tea
I get up
From wherever I am
Often Night
Like some Ants comes crawling cautiously.


Often a laugh
Like some cold-breeze blows
Often a glance
Pierces like a spear’s pointy edge
Often a trivia
Stands tall like a peak of Mount
Often a silence
Adorns my noisy bare body
I move on
From wherever I am
Often a disquiet
Turns quietly into a fulfilling journey.

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  2. A lovely poem eliciting curious thoughts!

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  3. Beautiful words nicely rhymed, Jyoti!

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