IT
TOOK ME AGES...
It
took me ages to realise, who I am,
Who
my I is and i who am:
I’d
ignored the deadly logic
For
the two who were then.
For,
‘was’ was mere an imagination,
(That
i knew) would weave broken threads,
Of
Past, unveiled in the microscopic eye of Death.
The
truth I can diagnose, can only be now
The
birth that leaves me on rest to trow,
Above
and below, the spectrum of breath
Confuses
sorrow with mirth.
But
once it flashed, like a poet’s word,
Or
a fleeting bird,
And
the clouds that mocked the sun
Smiled
with a fun,
That
knew of the folding dark and keep the flood.
’tis
then i realised
The
first was the Infinite,
The
second my deadly enemy,
The
last was mere minute of the first
VINODCHANDRA P. DAVE