Beyond The Opthalmic
three bright blue anemones
by Nibedita Deb
and the grey womb of sea,
in stringent endeavour,
and synergised to frame
bright blue dreams in the grey womb of reality.
suddenly a posthumous world mocked.
There's no external fracas in the world of water
To hush my inner scream
Whopping incessantly at the roots of conscience.
Only the flay of anemone-like desires
Striking against the grey wall of 'impossible'.
I had been there again and again
And I wondered 'Where is God now? '
Astonished, I turned back.
A fourth anemone.
A little one.
The wonder instilled by creation,
Replaced the monotony instilled by mere bequest.
**Probably the most odd poem I have ever written. Somehow I couldn't simplify it to the level I wanted. You have your poetic licence to interpret it as you want, but here's a word on what it stands for me:
Sometimes unexpected 'losses' invade us. They overstep our emotional boundary. They scream within us, while we stay silent, depressed, resigned, extinguished, and suffer the excruciation.
I discovered an odd healing balm - the joy of creation.
Unfurling touch-me-nots, snake-eggs hatching to snakelings, bacteria breeding, bees assisting in pollination, and wow! A surprise! I came to know that there are bamboos that reproduce through seeds, as opposed to the common ones that multiply by shoot-systems! ! ... the list is unnumbered.
I watched this in tv, tirelessly, incessantly, until the music of creation silenced my inner screams.
God reveals himself in His creations. I had ignored this wonder for so long.