Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Existence



I belong to the song of the sun
Humming the chants of flame
I breathe.

The sea rests in me motionless
With its endless depths
I think.

Storms of being, clear the chaos
Emptiness of chaste silence
I hear.

A dark patch keeps unfolding infinitely
Spreading out a sky that grows
I see.

Lives I live in myriad thoughts
Self seeps through words
I exist.
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8 comments:

  1. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceApril 7, 2011 at 7:18 AM

    your words speak and breathe..

    stunning poem.

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  2. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceApril 7, 2011 at 7:18 AM

    welcome join us,

    visit me for details.

    keep up the excellence.

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  3. KayApril 8, 2011 at 3:19 AM

    Chandrama, this poem is absolutely excellent by every sense of the word. Never stop writing! Thank you!

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  4. ChandramaApril 8, 2011 at 10:50 AM

    Thanks Kay. That appreciation means a lot!

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  5. ChandramaApril 8, 2011 at 10:55 AM

    Thanks PPPL. I loved your poetry space. Got stuck there for around 40 mins :)Poems really work on me.

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  6. indiwriterApril 11, 2011 at 4:48 PM

    beautiful.. an unfolding of quiet energy..

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  7. ChandramaApril 11, 2011 at 5:44 PM

    Hey indiwriter, thats exactly what I felt on rereading my poem when it was written!

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  8. Han SoloApril 18, 2011 at 4:05 PM

    Profound. Brilliantly profound!

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