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Tag Archives: Continuity

The semicolon

22 Tuesday Oct 2013

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 29 Comments

Tags

Brooklyn Bridge, Continuity, D'VersePoets Pub, Frozen in time, Heading to some place, In a moment, Momentary pause, Motion Blur, Open Link Night, Pause to reason, Photography, Race towards infinity, Spur of the moment, Static, The climb, Time freeze, Time in motion

Image credits: Kavita Rao

Image shot from Brooklyn Bride, NY. Credits: Kavita Rao

 

In that one moment
Where each pixel stretched
from one frame
to the jagged edge of the next,
Where shadows
were mere dancing ghouls
of a strangely nomadic past,
Where humanoid forms
tautened to the craggiest peak
of their stringy existence,
Where images raced to and fro
like nervous vibrations
from a newly born strum,
Where now and beyond
were the two faces
of identical twins separated at birth
Where all that was dead and inert
sprang to life,
Where all that was living
was set into feverish locomotion

All that remained still
All that remained fixed
– transfixed –
Was I

*Sometimes it takes moments, but sometimes, even MONTHS fall short, to get an idea worth typing. But when such a thought does make an appearance, it finds its way onto paper (in my case, on to some screen or the other) 🙂
Dedicating this thought today to the incomparable Open Link Night at D’VersePoets Pub – clink your versed up glasses, and have fun!*

The ‘need to know’ syndrome

21 Monday Jun 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 73 Comments

Tags

A search, Answers, Confusion, Continuity, Dark question, Dumbfounded, Meaningful, Perplexity, Questions, Reality, Surreal, Thursday Poets Rally Week 40, Unanswered, Unreal

Image credits: Shadowtuga@DeviantArt

Is it really morning
Or is it just structures emerging from a pink horizon?
My eyes are wide open
And I am still awake, challenging the sun

Is it really mid-day
Or is it just me feeling the fire within building a fear?
My eyes are watery
And I am still squinting, hoping for the view to clear

Is it really raining
Or is it my tears flowing, drenching me completely?
My eyes are blinking
And I am still gasping for breath, wheezing heavily

Is it really nightfall
Or is it my vanity that has unfolded its dark sheet?
My eyes are darting
And I am still walking into chairs, hurting my feet

Is it really real
Or is it another game of virtual reality without any rule?
My eyes are glazed
And I am still alive, not knowing if I am wise or a fool

LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!

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