Know it
That the veil
You put around me ,
Does not stop the sun's rays.
That all those birds you caged,
Never forget how to fly.
That the flowers you plucked,
Never froze its fragrance.
Know it ,
That my paint boxes you threw away,
Never stopped painting frescos
On my minds ceiling.
That my words you burnt,
Never stopped being poetry
On my dream's wall.
That my dreams ,you squashed and flushed away,
Never ceased to take wings
And fly..
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ReplyDeleteThese disarmingly simple lines, depicting the dilemmas os life, beckons like a liberation.
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ReplyDeleteOF A RHYTHMIC SIMILITUDE…
ReplyDeleteOften it occurs to mind-
To conceive of a control loop
In the pysio-psychic perspective
Woven into the structure
Of human actions and feelings
And the magnificent ways in which
It synchronises, acclimatizes
To the stimulations. Of its own.
Sensing, transmitting, processing, actuating
At times of joy , ecstasy and sigh
For meeting the vicissitudes of life.
But, its limits are not 1 to α.
Rules are myriad, input diverse.
I begin to wonder
About time machines,
About being fully absorbed into the future.
Marx, Camus, Kierkegaard,Osho
And a thousand ideologies unheard of
May creep in, set in or pass by
Establishing a nexus
Between things gone by and things to come
This is technology unsurpassed
Developed by hands dexterous
Of a cybernetics unknown.
Joy Abraham
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