Quiddity

“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”
― Ken Kesey, Kesey’s Garage Sale

Through a seam in the fabric of existence
Does the day’s soul leak through;
The sole witness to the shadows
Bending to the tune of bones-
As they carve an object of flight
From parchment, so frail.

On turned tables do we cavort
To rhythms, unhindered by probabilities-
As we thrive between intervals undefined.
For the truth of being, do we bleed.
The sick stench of facades
Obscuring visions of beauty blighted.

Photo by elisabetta foco on Unsplash

In a world where
Trust is tainted with trust,
Love stained by love,
As hands that walked our first steps
Are forced into binds by
Hands that wrought hateful love;
Existence, do we muster.

Oh, call out hearts and souls –
For sustenance of sight so true,
Whilst we soar through
A world set ablaze – for fear of loss,
In remembrance of music
That once held love captive.

“Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.”
― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

Thoughtfully yours,
Introverted Thoughts aka D

On a quick sidenote, I would like to extend my gratitude to Dagmara, editor at Spillwords for accepting my poem, Tears for publication at Spillwords. You can read it here if you’d like!

On a more serious note – as most of you probably know, India is caught up in a deadly battle with the second wave which is brutal. With thousands of people losing their lives daily, studies are beginning to identify India, as a global epicentre for the pandemic, as the number of deaths rise rapidly, along with a radical increase in the test positivity rate. This accompanied by a grave shortage of medical resources especially, oxygen and pre-existing issues like starvation and poverty – not a lot seem hopeful at this point.

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47 thoughts on “Quiddity

  1. Wow D, this post is so so beautiful. I absolutely love it!!! The paradoxes in that 3rd stanza are amazing and add such depth! You always create such a powerful yet magical flow with your true talent!!! Lovely work and congrats on the publication!!! Well done, dear friend 🖤🤗💖

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  2. Incredible. Your poem pulled me in and captivated me to the very end.
    I have been following the situation in your country. I am sorry and hope things turn around quickly. Stay safe D.

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  3. We
    become
    from the core
    the inner world
    into the outside world
    through our
    Mother inside
    born

    the source
    to the core
    is the soul

    not a pious one
    noble person
    is ever
    in his there
    on his being
    on waves
    his power of thought
    ridden along

    we are what we are
    on the way
    the incarnation
    which has not yet been completed

    the seam in the head
    means the reality
    with a spell
    to be able to overcome

    that we like each other
    of probabilities
    approximately from truths
    in the dance of the sexes
    orgiastic in visions
    delight in beauty

    love a word
    that the opposites
    want to unite
    because that’s in between
    Needed hard work every day

    no man is without sin
    who himself
    never hated the other
    throw the first stone

    the heart beats relentlessly
    in the noble and in the bad man
    the soul created both
    Everyone has to take responsibility
    his deeds before himself

    the senses can see
    the eyes can touch

    the fear of loss
    they are waiting on every corner
    on the inner path
    the reality of the soul
    in their world created for us

    the youth reverberates
    into old age

    maturity begins
    by looking at your own dreams
    understands it as a natural phenomenon
    for perusal
    to the contrast of consciousness
    the daily harvest

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  4. the power
    the grief
    the tears
    the sufferer
    fill rivers
    and lakes

    the waves
    and waves
    the storms
    and hurricanes
    captured by our feelings
    on the boat of emotions
    throw us
    in us on distant shores

    our vulnerability
    our loneliness
    is the one soul
    conscious in us

    the consolation comes
    from enduring

    what a person
    with a vengeance
    of thinking
    of doing not
    can change

    the stories
    which we talk about our existence
    tell about our path in life

    every word
    does not belong to the author
    every spoken
    written word
    belongs to the world

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    • Thank you so much, Joanna! Spillwords is just a journal that accepts most poems, I submitted Tears a few months ago.
      Aw I so appreciate that, Joanna. I realize there’s always hope but so many people have already lost their lives and it seems terribly unfair to many, especially to those hailing from the poor communities.
      Thank you so much for taking the time to read!

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  5. I loved both the poems, D! Tears was so beautifully written! I too can’t believe the situation our country is in now. Let’s hope for the best! Stay blessed ❤️😊🙏

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  6. This is such so beautiful D and I’m not surprised that you were accepted by spillwords.
    Congratulations! I truly am so sad about all that is happening in India.
    Take good care and stay safe! Thanks for the link!
    🌷💖

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