Sometimes I
experience
That I am
part of infinite
That pursues
me every moment
The world
streams through me
Back and
forth
Like a
pulsating being
That
connects everything in stream of light
Losing sense
of time and space
All shapes commingled,
blurred
Sometimes
stacked, always dissipating
In a curving
spiralling streaks of colours
As if in
Einstein’s thought train
I anchor to
get the shape of things
There is a
surge of thoughts
Brief
brightness, then the silence
The
everlasting stillness
As it is
meant to be
*Where acknowledgement is due: well I thought I will get away with it.
You read something truly beautiful and are riveted to defining words and
expansive world it unleashes that you want to replicate it. As long as you are adding
to the world in your own perspective it is fine. It is patently wrong to copy words,
eventhough it may not be the same context. And that is precisely what I did in
the above poem, and since then it's been troubling me. I read this iconic short
story “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” (written in 1890 by Ambrose Bierce), it is such an amazing work of art that leaves you awestruck and deeply moved (simultaneously
selfishly wistful for not writing something like this!). I haven’t come across
the word “commingled” before and the usage here was brilliant. Meanwhile I was
seeped into a framework of stretching-time-by-dying-mind after watching 1990
movie Jacob’s Ladder (Tim Robbins as
always did restraint work of brilliance)
as also 2005 movie Stay -it is difficult
to enact the concept, it is a space beyond words, the movie therefore is kind
of messed and ends up as an explanation rather than an experience (despite some
brilliant actors –I like Naomi Watts- one of the best, I recall a movie about screen
test or something where her instant change of character left me astounded. She is
someone I like to keep an eye on). The last few minutes of Stay is remarkable in its impact. Coming back to Ambrose Bierce, I not
only took the word ‘commingled’ but also the next word ‘blurred’ –truly unbecoming
on my part. Ofcourse that doesn’t really take away anything from the above
poem -it is also part of my awareness, I start to like it after few reading, and ofcourse the omniscient ChatAIs
too rate it above average!
