the space between words
and the border between colors
and of
confusions, being secure and insecure
and the half wakefulness of sleepy eyes,
yearning
to rise, lost
between decision and indecision,
between
willingness and unwillingness
to rise;
the not-so formed wild path
or the nothingness of sky
or a wisp
of cloud
or a whiff
of sand;
maybe
a
time-bound illusion
of
3-dimensional perceptions;
the
consciousness in make
between
breaths
let me find
what soul am I
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Sreeja, this is so beautiful. I love that the speaker is made of so many things that lie in between, made of search...
ReplyDeleteThank you for this reflection
ReplyDeleteYou are on the right path, it seems!
ReplyDeleteI love the way you describe the opposite directions - we are indeed formed that way.
ReplyDeletethat first line! what every poet strives for ~
ReplyDeleteA beautiful search, indeed!!
ReplyDeleteSTUNNING opening lines and a great sense of pondering here.
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