Of Butterflies and Lights
Of clouds over grassland
- black and sad.
Of cold breeze of Eastern wind.
Of clay sculpture and
of tear running down its left cheek.
Of values and of dreams.
Of lust and of need.
Of trees and of seed.
Of survival of self-consuming anima.
I’m talking of
Butterflies and Lights.
- Naishe (April 16, 2006)
Authorship has never been my cup of tea. Yet, I dared to scribble my thoughts on paper and to my foolhardiness; I tried to put it in form of poetry. No matter how ugly or non-poetic you think it is, let me know what you think about it. (Use Shout-box in side-bar or click on ‘Post a Comment’ link at the end of this post.)
Although, any form of art is left to observer to interpret its meaning. Generally people bent the idea of artist in their own context, but – in case you are not able to do this – let me help you out.
This poem was written when I was not able to sleep the whole day after two hours sleep on previous night. I was lying on the bed and was re-reading myself in retrospect.
First stanza describes all the things that I visualized in the retrospection.
In second stanza, I tried to search parallels of each visualization described in stanza one with symbolic explanation of whole poem in the final lines.
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Genre: Art, Poetry
Type: Writing, literary
Time and Place: April 16, 2006; IIT Kharagpur
Composed On: April 16, 2006 at 12:30 Noon