Friday, February 22, 2008

Spectator

They are on ,

they are off,

the lamps that light up

the beauty uphill ,

now I see

now I don't ,

a mist ,

a mystery

a smile ,

a tear ,

a breeze ,

a storm ,

desire that burns ,

peace that calms ,

I seek all

at a point

outside of myself ,

where I am enjoying all

as a spectator .

akash

6 comments:

pbsweeney said...

Part of what makes you a poet - this disconnect and the pleasure in "seeing." So well said!

akash said...

I really cannot call myself a poet . But I am sure that we do "see" .

akash

Dipti said...

absolutely divine.. absolutely wonderful..

" desire that burns ,

peace that calms ,

I seek all

at a point

outside of myself ,

where I am enjoying all

as a spectator .

"

akash said...

you too are a spectator ?

smile ,
akash

Dipti said...

Dear Brother

----
A spectator's destiny !
..is it merely
to be an observer ?
..a witness ?

Is one a observer
when the fragrance
of poetic flowers
calls you
in a blooming garden
of colorful emotions ?

Are you still
a spectator
when you stop by there
to collect
the pretty petals of
life's lovely lessons..?

-----
smiles to you too...

akash said...

The spectator , the experiencer , the knower and the known ;
Aren't we all all of them ?

You have brought a smile on my face , dear friend .

Thank you ,

akash