Beyond The Opthalmic

three bright blue anemones
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? '

Someone smiled.
Astonished, I turned back.
A fourth anemone.
A little one.
Just born.

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.

by Nibedita Deb

Comments (1)

A nice poetic imagination, Nibedita. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks