This aisle is narrow, sandwiched
with seated spectators,
the stage is hot, patterns’ building
each moment, dictates,
invisible speeches reticulate the
whole place, constantly conflicting,
Politricks, Economimics, Ci’vic(ious)
and every nuance dwindling;
there was an altar of belief, it was
cobbled into Nano matters and thoughts.
This path is wide, trodden by
innumerable persons with insights,
it is cool; a tree here stands tall
with colored leaves and fruits,
a bit of nature and a bit of belief molded
its texture,
a bit from every traveler, who
passed by, leaving culture,
here is a rock of minerals, changed
into a monument by flowing hearts.
ha we both hit on altars today....the journey or path is a fav metaphor of mine...little bits of other travelers collecting there at the tree...that is a cool thing for me....beautiful write
ReplyDeletethanks Brian....the journey is my fav too....
DeleteYes Nano things are helpful- especially when the world gets crowded! I remember when I was trying to figure out what my spiritual beliefs were
ReplyDeleteI began dissecting thoughts, concepts- until I found a common denominator!
thanks...maybe sometimes this Nano matters ruin our beliefs too.....
DeleteThis aisle is narrow...This path wide... I love how you separated the two. Going from Politricks to Nature. I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeletethere was an altar of belief, it was cobbled into Nano matters and thoughts.. i like the path you take us on with this
ReplyDeleteAh, Sreeja.....so many people walk along the same path. All of them with their different insights. A laudable poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed comparison of passivity versus active journeying:
ReplyDelete"This aisle is narrow, sandwiched with seated spectators,
the stage is hot, patterns’ building each moment, dictates,
invisible speeches reticulate the whole place, constantly conflicting,"
We sandwich the aisle to eat other people's thoughts where patterns conflict, while we trod the path "a bit of nature and a bit of belief molded its texture, / a bit from every traveler, who passed by, leaving culture" thus we leave "a dwindling altar of belief" for "a monument by flowing hearts."
But see: Your poem needs no explanation, yet I've summarized my reading as if to get praise from a teacher. Instead I should just say thank you.
A beautiful poem, Sreeja! I specially liked the word play here... Politricks, Economimics, Ci’vic(ious) and every nuance dwindling.
ReplyDeleteThe very idea of putting the whole journey into words is worth many praises. :)
Clever social and political commentary--and there's something very sweet about it at the end.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much....
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