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
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Part of what makes you a poet - this disconnect and the pleasure in "seeing." So well said!
I really cannot call myself a poet . But I am sure that we do "see" .
akash
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 .
"
you too are a spectator ?
smile ,
akash
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...
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
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