Blindness

Our eyes were closed
while in womb.
Blindness is within us.
We close our eyes in case of
too much glare.
Yes, we are toddlers in brightness.
Inertia forces us to go back
to our pre-birth time.
We then get used to the new
and love it.
Is it the reason for our
social blindness?
May be… who knows!

M.K.Sanyal

Jogs a poet with poem, poetry and poetics

‘POEM’ of time reflected lucid thoughts

Feelings and memories of yore

Musical rain or, darkened past

Pens a poet from heart’s core.

Writings with meaning and emotions

Intuitive and echoed creativeness

Weaving with magical lively strings

Uplifts mentally with solace in duress.

Quench of eager thirst of soul

Gyrates the inert cycle of life teary

And illuminating pensive mindset of strife

Expressed as ‘POETRY’ of enigmatic mystery.

Stirred with awakened swirl

Banquet images from deep yearning

Swell at the edge with contentment

And flow as ‘POETICS’ with velvety lightening.

... Manoj Krishna Sanyal