Saturday, September 02, 2006

inflorescence..

When my mind
drifts
into those rare moments of ecstacy

I become
not a flower
because a flower
has some weight and burden

I become
the name of a flower.
_______________________________

It is always there
but when we begin to search
it won't be there

it is like looking for
one's own hand in the darkness

or is it like someone present
only when he is absent.
_______________________________

Someone in some nameless season
had tilled this sky-land
with a plough of lightning

now at night
he sows the star-seeds
to reap in the morning
a rich harvest of light.

1 Comments:

At 10:27 PM, Blogger delphinium said...

Dear Rakesh...excellent!..It made me cry for it's beauty...thank you.
Your poems are a pleasure.
Luv,Ron

 

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