the mind of a bipolar is a one suffused with raging neurotransmitters, ideas, songs(in this case) and feverish connections. this blog is meant to be just a bystander in that process, a recorder and a playback mechanism-when i or another needs it.the image below is a symbol of the color and the multitude that exist in the brain simultaneously and how one tends to create beauty in spite of the seeming mess.
Showing posts with label sky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sky. Show all posts
Friday, September 21, 2007
Ocean Lake and Alamere Falls
Oceans merging, waves surging
Calm, unmoving me’n the sands
Night sky changing its hue
The silences of outside are now within
The ‘within’ itself having lost its limits
Floating, tossing, with the oceans merging
Like the waves surging
And tranquil in spite of it all-
another poem written during ecstasy
24th Feb 2000
Saturday, September 15, 2007
If only at will I could cut in
A terrace or a ridge
On the distant firmament ;
Or sing a hooting melody
Of the sweeping wind;
Or sing the autumnal song
Of the passing skylark;
Or sway noisily
Like the needles of a giant pine.
If only at will I could create
The brilliant splendour
Of the shining sun
‘N immerse it at will
In bosom of angry cloud
If only I could thunder
So the world hear my ring
If only I could be GOD
‘N his splendour I could bring.
19.1.1999
A terrace or a ridge
On the distant firmament ;
Or sing a hooting melody
Of the sweeping wind;
Or sing the autumnal song
Of the passing skylark;
Or sway noisily
Like the needles of a giant pine.
If only at will I could create
The brilliant splendour
Of the shining sun
‘N immerse it at will
In bosom of angry cloud
If only I could thunder
So the world hear my ring
If only I could be GOD
‘N his splendour I could bring.
19.1.1999
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