Thanks for arriving our home.
We feel this place safe, like our mother’s womb.
Yes, all these days we were living in a thoughtful mind,
Without a figure, a form and rhymes to bind
And thus we, the words, all evolve forming these
Lines that melt in mind like cheese
As you read us, sing us, think about us
Contemplate and tune yourself in us!
You may read us when
you listen to Beethoven!
Let those fine music aid you
Making you light and pure like the morning dew.
With music we form a coherent pattern
And make ourselves as artistic as a Grecian urn.
We don’t fight with each other, instead we all adjust
And thus we make our living calm and just.
As we all have arrived from the same place,
The same dimensionless point of thought as our base.
With love and not letting the anger to roam
Humans too could form a great poem
So artistic, so coherent, so much musical in kind!
Now, we are honored for having read us
And for having felt us in your inner mind!
Mere Words Although!
Sankagiri is the author's hometown, appreciates aesthetics, thinks that without appreciating subtle beauties, one can never truly live life at any state! (This eye is taken from an anime, Naruto, in which it supposedly can influence others thoughts, like these words, mere words!)
He thinks…
* When majority lack a common sense it becomes a philosophy
* When you become responsible, you lose your brilliance and charm!
* "A few claim God says, women must lower their gaze, cover with veils, & reveal only to their husbands"... Well, I'm happy to be an atheist
*In a sense, aging is hypothetical.
*Poets are always lovers and lovers can't evade poetry!TAGS
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This poem has been expressed by the poem itself (recursive). I mean, words are talking to the readers about how they form a poem. It says humans too can form a poem like words with a true understanding with each other.
Also, like words, we, the humans or any organism for that matter, come from an entity, that shouldn’t be concluded or restricted with a personal god. Instead, lets enjoy the poetic voyage of contemplating!
nice one
Thanks, Priyank!
A “Nice one” makes these words happy
hey vijay, srini@iisc here.. got to know of your blog thru ankur.. brilliant usage of words (esp. tamil) and some nice thoughts
keep it going..
Good to know you, Srini. Thanks for the comment!