Theme: Introspection

Beyond the Sensuous

(This was my contribution in a group exercise where
we had to compose poems with about six given words)

The earth contused once, I was born;
a sublime sky spread out in aesthetic colors '
I was a pioneer, touching the right chords,
breaking out in fearless pursuit of reasons.

When I died after my whimsical voyage,
the sky remained frozen, pale with frangipani ribbons '
beyond the sensuous now, in my memory
the wounded earth still breaks out in seasons. 

09-Jul-2006

More By  :  Shreekumar Varma

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