The questions unanswered...A Poem by HarishvarmaaThe questions unanswered.. Brain pregnant with incognito questions, Heart as insecure as a beautiful widow, I sat in a decade old rust painted chair.. Not too far, a blacksmith pounds the twisted rod spluttering fireworks against the by-passers; fireworks by a sole bread-winner in his family.. My lungs cut loose with each motivated blow exhaling the same amount of oxygen it inhales, aiding the heart to compose its own obscure melody with a web of notes, a birthing numinous chord, the mysticism of an unspoiled atheist; Leaving the blacksmith's blows unheard… the questions sought asylum in this web… Oxygen cladding with invisibility runs in to undress these sexy questions.. the labyrinth, a born detective it is, hastily shuts the windows of the doorless dwelling as I watched helplessly as a curious-voyeur; an unknown echo from an unknown place fills my mysterious silence.. "The question unanswered is the answer to the
seeking" Back to the not too far-blacksmith now bathing the reformed rod in the icy water, I saw the hanging sea above with dark cloud waves hitting the horizon-shore...
Mom’s filter coffee, the last refuge of my musings, a must now to endure my seeking, I felt.. I stood up with the rust ridden trouser-back, the relics of the gone moment…
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Added on July 13, 2012Last Updated on July 18, 2012 AuthorHarishvarmaaIndiaAbouttrying hard to decipher...looking through each and every outlets of the nature just for a hint... http://harishvarmaa.blogspot.in/ more..Writing
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