Musings
Amidst the aeonian void of space
Never floated a speck, so full
of grace.
Forged from cinders, fused by
fire
Damned to an end upon a cosmic
pyre.
Spawned by gods, or birthed by the
Laws—
Inexorably headed to End’s
gaping maws.
Born to lead, rule, for the
good, or to die
Our world had never mattered beyond
the sky.
Fleeting, flickering, and frail
is life
Futile is every onerous strife.
The winds of Change blow
eternally
Yonder or here awaits destiny.
Ineluctable, unflagging, Change reigns suzerain:
All of Existence for it to feign.
Unalterable be the future,
Or be it what we make;
It's not for one to brood
The steering is one's to take.
Imprisoned in one’s mind,
Shackled to a wall of infrangible
brick,
The portal to Reality lets in
a view;
Here instincts command; scruples speak.
There’s nothing pricier than
time or hope;
No fate is sealed till given in
to;
Every bit of sentience is the centre of its universe,
And stellar matter is no
different from you.
In every dust grain, or fallen
leaf
Every abhorrence or beauty to
see
Every storm cloud, every
asteroid—
The cosmos thrives, as in you
and me.
Poets write out of the joy of writing. But what fascinates me is how different people interpret that single piece in so many different ways, making the piece their own.
ReplyDeleteI'll skip over the first stanza and jump over to the second. The speck, the soul, forged out of the elements that spun the multiverse into existence floats around in the river of time, destined to be burnt to cinders on a funeral pyre. The stream may take any course or be birthed by any source but it all ends in fire.
But only thing that matters is the course the river takes- whether it be in the early and wild phase its course, sweeping away all obstacles and demolishing what stands in it's way, or the last, meandering, lifeless state where movement seems to drink from the diminishing nectar of life. No matter the stage, the course always changes, bending the universe to remain permanently in its course. However, this change can be bent in the shape we want by us through our endeavors. This power to change change gives us command over everything in our life, as if making our insignificant speck really stand out.
But who is thinking this? Let's go to the first para where we meet this insignificant soul thinking about itself and pondering over its extreme power. And to find this speck, look at all things around you. It resides in every place around you.
The Enlightened OWL.
The title is befitting to the content of poem. The poet has expressed lots of ideas which amuses me.
ReplyDeleteI love the 4th , 6th and 7th stanza the most.
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