When I opened my eyes

Mystery of mystery formed

When I opened my eyes
Before the time came to life
I started hearing the silence
I started seeing the first color.

The first sound came into life
Shaking the infinite, the vaccum
Blasting my inner core, creating unknown
Creating consciousness out of abyss.

Darkness was a spectrum of colors
Colliding, creating ripples to infinity
My hands are spreading, never ending
Mystery in mystery, like a fountain of dreams.

Bubbles are scattered, moving aimless
Some are bonded, some are repelled
Some are vanished, Some existed
Some swallowed some, and some other swallowed something.

Did I heard the first thunder sound?
The future is born somewhere there!
Did I heard the strong celestial sound
The past is formed out somewhere behind.

I felt the brilliance of display in colors
The music of creativity murmuring in silence
I never slept until then
I myself live a mystery of mystery.

Life generated somewhere, never I seen one
Never I know all existed, never I felt vanished
It's part of my soul, until I go to sleep again
It's not a dream, it's a blooming flower.

Reviews

[Neville]

I imagine the beginning if indeed it were witnessed, would likely have appeared to the observer just as you have so well described .. a magnificent portrayal and clearly much better than when I have tried myself to capture it with both paint and a brush .. All Good Things, Neville

[Arundass TP]

Thank s friend for reading 😊

[Neville]

you really are most welcome 👍

[Matthew Kult]

Vastly vivid and wickedly surreal.

Good read.

With love,

Matthew

[Arundass TP]

Thanks friend for reading 😊

[Davidgeo]

This lovely poem reminded me of song called Lateralus by a band named Tool in a delightful way.

And the beginning of time... or the beginning of mind, whichever came first at the same time.

[Arundass TP]

Thanks friend for reading.

[Shelley Warner]

As I read this poem, I thought about the birth of the universe.

[Arundass TP]

Sure. Thanks friend for reading 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You made me imagine what it would have been like to hear those first sounds...to be the first human and have no knowledge at all that lay in waiting for us to arrive.
j.

[Arundass TP]

Thank s friend for reading. I think our brain is capable of hearing the unheard sound. Because brain is part of that infinity. It may be dangerous for forcing brain to pull that first file out of billions and billions and billions of files.

[D. Mansfield]

I like the poem. It does sound dangerously close to an lsd experience. All I can say is that not all peoples minds can hold up to the expansion that happens with hallucination. I agree with John, be careful where you step.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for reading 😊

[Kenneth Daniel]

Great 👌 work. I like the way you style and every paragraph has a meaning.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for reading 😊

[Mauricio Montoya]

wow such insight, love how this write comes together every word hangs in a balance, it pulls you in to read more, ambiguous as it may be it does make you wonder. thank you for sharing

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for reading 😊

[Mauricio Montoya]

grateful you wrote.

[Patricia Wedel]

Lovely dear poet... Life is a blooming flower. The Starburst Lilly is an example. We will fold our Petals and rise each morning wiser for Living our Dream. softly, Pat

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for reading 😊

[Chris Shaw]

This poem played out like a beautiful rose bud awakening to the morning sun, petals in full bloom. Lovely work.

Chris

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for reading 😊