I walk on desert thorns,
But blades of grass cut into my feet.
I sleep on broken glass,
But the touch of cotton makes me bleed.
I can fly in air,
But I fear to walk on ground.
I can hear silence,
But no, not sound.
I can see the ethereal,
But to the tangible I am blind.
I stay ahead of time,
But in a race with people, I am left behind.
Copyright © Ambalika Banerjee, 2006
But blades of grass cut into my feet.
I sleep on broken glass,
But the touch of cotton makes me bleed.
I can fly in air,
But I fear to walk on ground.
I can hear silence,
But no, not sound.
I can see the ethereal,
But to the tangible I am blind.
I stay ahead of time,
But in a race with people, I am left behind.
Copyright © Ambalika Banerjee, 2006
posted by Cobainess - ambalika at Wednesday, October 11, 2006
9 Comments:
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brilliant and powerful in the simplicity of its structure. making clear distinctions between opposites and drawing counter-intuitive results.
You hear silence but not sound,
i find that thought really profound,
and i see silence is not our only common ground..;)
I guess it's a consequence of life today that cynicism feels right and love causes pain. I really like the way you composed this - it captures the unfairness we see.
[PS - if my post was entirely thoughtful then it just wouldn't be me; so I must make an unrelated comment - is that copyright for real?!]
i can relate to what u said. i look around me and wonder where exactly i am.
uhmm,
Dear Amba,
What more can I say that it is what I feel.
In a crowd sometimes all alone, feeling like am standing in an abyss, fading away into oblivion.
jj
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too..much of depth.....i find inside u.....
too..much of depth.....i find inside u.....
wow!! seems like m reading some ancient master
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