I live at many levels
Flying high above Shanghai clouds
Firaq's earthen vernacular
Faiz's hope
Jazbi's despondency
All are me.
[By Siyaah/Black. Somewhere in Shanghai airspace, circa mid-2000's]
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On the poetic sensibility, in its many manifestations
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Thats just e hours away from my place:P
Nice concept! Relates somehow to the title of my blogspace - The Numerous Mes.
quite rightly said. thoughts of these poets really get into you. how else would one come up with the translations with the soul preserved.
and still i live on;
eternally in a limbo,
space between joy and melancholy,
searching fore what cannot be found;
and not finding it,.
i still live on....
How come all are you? If you think deep down, then at a single moment in time you are just one. We aspire to be all (all means a poet, a teacher, a writer, a philosopher etc etc) in our life too, and usually end up (wrongly) choosing one, but then coming back to my original point, at one moment in time, I can be just one and that one becomes the me for that moment. So if you take a more generalized look, your actual me or self is different from moment to moment...
Thx for the comments everyone.
These lines sort of just formed in my head...the mix of physical reality and inner thoughts sort of came together in a moment. The transition between levels is in more ways than one. From the physical 'flying high' (also metaphorical here), to the inner aspects, with 'earthen' providing the contrast...
Coflict again here...between external and internal...and several aspects of internal...
Can one be 'all'? (as some questioned)...don't know...
aah siyaah..acceptance :)
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