YOUR SPACE
Poetry
When Light Sings
To divide the absolute
I have broken my arms. No enlightened
thought grieves. I shut my eyes.
It was a majestic fall.
I am reading myself in dark to discover
my fire in the sands of time.
I will start a new life,
cutting one by one, all the masks to
see the stigmas of the moon, who smiles.
To divide the absolute
I have broken my arms. No enlightened
thought grieves. I shut my eyes.
It was a majestic fall.
I am reading myself in dark to discover
my fire in the sands of time.
I will start a new life,
cutting one by one, all the masks to
see the stigmas of the moon, who smiles.
Hands will break while trying to divide the indivisible. Enlightenment removes grief. Knowing one’s place in the universe is necessary. When all the apparent cover-ups are removed the original face shines.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur
, Nellore, AP
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Oct 12, 2024