Nowhere

dL:

``...to articulate emotions...``

stop there...

this in itself is more than a lifetime`s work...and if strikes a chord in another...eureka!

Saad:

...there are two forces...leaping is taking the body to action...standing is to let the action come to the body...

and

in the end, the mind still wonders the difference

t

Saad Siddiqui,

This plague of a shreik-like belch leading to shocking gasps of gasps looms unguarded, randomly atop the blip of sanity, ferociously and sharply sawing the raw flesh of one`s mind, incrementally corroding memory until one self-ravages the cognizance of cognizance.

But let me tell you, oh wayfarer, that the ``mad`` are way more human but either perfectly happy or perfectly sad entities. We label them insane because we can not conceive, as them, near absolute bliss or near total anguish.

Extreme human love sprouts the onslaught of spiritual agony, for one. But alas while simultaneously diverging and converging in and out of abysmal chaos, this emotion finds itself marginally extruding before two doors; It either assumes the existence of ``the hitchhiker on the road that leads to nowhere`` of somewhere or that of ``the hitchhiker on the road that leads to nowhere`` of nowhere.

But, oh wanderer, every volatile atom, every semi-being, every diaphanous dream, every paroxysmally raging string has started from a certain somewhere to `be` and `be being` and will at a called time `not-be`. For we shall all hear the deafening thunderclap. We shall feel ecstatic silence. We shall all acquiesce with life-full death.

For sure, there has been instilled in everything a definite end before their beginning.

Peace!

Hiya t, et al,
Re: ``The Rift`` Fear of leaping is independent of the fear of falling. There is an inherent assumption that the leap will certainly propel one to the other side. The need of the hour may be simply to summon the strength to jump.
As for, ``those who eternally stand in waiting``, thats a completely different concept/thought process. Here `waiting` would simply imply not forsaking what we deem sacred. In my opinion the journey is far more important than the ultimate objective. You have to continue to move forward independant of whether the goal itself is nearer or further.
Cheers
Saad

Where the hell are Echofart and Urstruly and all those other lover boys to proclaim the sensuality and beautyand oooh oooh its so lovely and gay and wonderful this poem?

Where are you guys?

Give us some of your appreciation.

In the end ... is (isn`t) that what poetry is all about ... to articulate emotions, impossibly idealistic, hopelessly romantic ... reminding us that we have all (or almost all) travelled these roads before ...

sorrows scream inside the caves of silence ... visions of gaunt demons stuck in eternal circles ... doomed.

dL

saad:

nice to read you here again..

But what of those who eternally stand in waiting?

you have made many rhetorical queries like above...so what of it?

really, there is no sunrise and no sunset...the sun is also in a `seemingly` eternal orbit till its appointed hour...and our perceptions of sunrises and sunsets could be our little comforting and self serving perceptions...so what of it?

:)

rgds

t

Seems like, there is this certain hint of deliberation. Continuation of the past marooned stipulation. Flicker, which was also familiar in 2003 “The Rift”...

Extremely touching. Thoughts superbly stitched together.

sans

Love;
a friendship set on fire,
burning lovers to ash.
Ash;
is never to give you color,
is but forever scented.