Nov 9, 2017 Original Poetry
It Isn’t
©November 9th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
It isn’t that I don’t love life –
Even if sometimes it feels that way,
It is that I don’t hate death.
It isn’t that I don’t want things –
It is that I want them in the moment,
It is that I want them indifferently.
It isn’t that music calls to me
It is that it calls from within,
All the time, all the time,
And sometimes, I don’t listen.
It isn’t that I don’t love you
And you, and you, and you.
I do, I do – it is that I love life.
It isn’t that I don’t love life enough –
It is that I love something more,
Something more than life.
I want to swallow the stars
Like a giant dragon
Swallowing gemstones.
I want to birth planets
And watch them glow,
Watch them grow old
And cold.
I want to spin and spiral
Into cold, vast spaces,
And die and die again,
And laugh hugely while
The universe plunges into me,
While I plunge into it,
Struggling and pulling each other
All the way through chaos,
To form a perfect, pulsating,
Diamond-hard point of light
And blink out.
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Nov 9, 2017 Original Poetry
Softly, softly
©November 9th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Come around the corner now,
Softly, softly.
Stop here, lest your feet stir up
Dust into animacy.
Take your time, and gently tread
Softly, softly.
Look around, and smell the air,
Settling quietly on your form.
Look around, and note it all
Softly, softly
People, places, songs and things,
Settling swiftly in your life.
Note them all, and keep them close
Softly, softly.
Store them up, and keep them safe,
Till you reach the other side.
As you fade quickly away,
As you fade quickly away,
Softly, sofly,
Sing of love and float it back
Round that corner whence you came.
Softly, softly.
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