DRFT...WUD
I sniff a blue mist in the air
As I feel the heavens stairs
descending slowly down.
A blinding spark
on the fakirs crown
HAIL HO GUYS !!!
A leaden cloud
full of dreams
descends upon de burning town.
All the fever in the coal tar
sucked up to the belly of ether.
And a hidden desire
In the embrace of subterranean dark
Beyond comprehension of reason
In some realm of stark
Rises its green head
with the vengeance of convalescence sweet.
A quavering lonely twig
like some proud flag against treason
gazing at the silvered mirror.
Her mothers face there
fertile full and with flowing main
As I see
a journey beyond the horizon
Jus beginning
on the coming of a rain.
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i just read first 4 pages of SHAVITRI BY AUROBINDO
first book
canto 1
the symbol of dawn
Its so hard to be original
Thats the problem with reading.
That is one of the many blemish who learn by book.
They are just clones .And produce repetition like this stuff of mine
"coming of rain"
So moral of the story, original ones dont bother to read OR follow.
yeah even if its from Aurovindo
confused
ha!ha!
think about it.
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No seriously
as i gather Shavitri the poem changed with time
every time into higher dimensions
every time he reached one level up he changed the lines
as Aurovindos PRCEPTION OF REALITY evolved over time.
the final draft as we read today is
consciousness in full bloom.
so my personal opinion is that we should start from the earliest version
and step up as he evolved
EVOLVED INTO ANOTHER CONSCIOUSNESS
INTO ANOTHER BEING DIFFERENT FROM HUMAN
only then we could have a full xploration of a mind
but i think today that might b impossible
i don't think any single human has done that
IN OUR GENERATION AT LEAST
It is true there were always epics like Mahabharat and stuffs
with this kinda range.
But they were perhaps written by many.
Through generations.
Think Aurobindo has done it singlehandedly.
Perhaps the limit of human realization was reached by him.
At least he went perhaps very close to the horizon of perception.
OR WHO KNOWS BEYOND...........
Man this poetry is
A TIME MACHINE INTO MIND...
Thats the definition of a REBEL for me.
Ha !!Ha!!
Its only the first 4 pages and i almost feel on the edge of reality.
I wonder what i will feel or feel at all when i finally end it.
Man for the first time in my life i feel like reading.
TIME TRAVEL IN THE SPACE OF MIND
WHO CAN RESIST ??
AT THE SAME TIME SOME SNOB INSIDE ME TELLS ME NOT TO READ.
TELLS ME TO FIND STUFFS OUT BY MY SELF.
THATS THE DILEMMA.
WE CALL EXISTENCE.
A DICHOTOMY
Some saps dare to sprout
others prefer to remain as the
FLOWERS OF ETHER
My next poem in contemplation.
Hope I make it.
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