BANGALORE, 28 May 2012 – What proportions can life’s paradoxical ways take? Are we creators of the paradox or merely silent spectators?
In the aftermath of happiness dissolved in pain,
Or in the volley of emotions hurtled in haste,
The sands of time move in confused disarray,
Disenchanted from the furrow of strait laces.
The delightful slur-beats into our wily ears,
Providing innocent goading in forms galore,
Foaming our weak spots-we ride off them,
Shaving them off-and staving them off.
If pros and cons formed a rift beneath,
The cracks would appear to shift in motion,
As our mind is cluttered and our dice is scattered,
Dancing to graceless flings of petty emotional blings.
The eye looks upon the self and the matter,
Churning up the chorus from the voice within,
The words are affected from the external strains,
Grunting to the disharmony-the strain of distance.
Grapes appear sour and diamonds sharp,
Biting us in sarcastic spasms as twirls of fate lie,
Our mind’s eye sees too much or is it destiny?
Saving the day again-as we resign ourselves to it.
Vishwas Anand of Bangalore is a published poet and writer.His poems have been published in journals: The Copperfield Review, The River, The Nexuss, Four And Twenty and featured in online websites like One Shot Poetry, Jingle Poetry and Poets United. He is also an Ezine Articles expert author. His articles and poems have appeared on GingerChai and Aquillrelle. He currently writes at his own blog column as well.
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