Saturday, February 10, 2024

Poetry by Vaneshran Arumugam

“Freedom...yet incomplete”
             By Vaneshran Arumugam

I’m just a tiny piece of the planet
that prays with my eyes closed
while i feel every flutter in the darkness where my prayer is uttered
I am alo preyed upon so that 
the whole of my peace is disturbed, my ease is curbed
when you're convinced convincing me that we are two
It is not so true
Every matter only appears outside these eyes
while the real light is inside burning bright
catching glimpses of the primordial dance, the fight
or flight
If I can compose myself again i just might
grow from my mind some runners to root in the dimension that follows...
the what is next.
Maybe then that final peace will come

But magic spells are incanted syllable by syllable
Great stories stitched together piece by piece
Harmonies symphonised beat by beat
until colours bleed from the dark and a kaleidoscope emerges
like a scent on the breeze
opposite to nowhere
and far from disease

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