Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Here and Now






This moment falls from my hands like a broken string of pearls
Nanoseconds scattering on the floor of cold unheeding barren gray stone
Time evanescent evaporates instantaneously

This moment hurls itself out the window faster than the speed of light
A wave that made its humble way from the shores lapping waves of the waters of yesterday
And found its way to here and now having curved back on itself over tomorrow's wave

Grandma used to say there used to be an incandescent street lamp where there is now a tube light
She fondly remembered the days when a lamplighter used to shimmy up a ladder each new evening
To trim the wick and set it to flame as the family gathered around the radio for the news broadcast

This very moment a son is born to the salt merchant's son's son's son
Five generations have lived on our street and have each sported the same bulbous nose
Nothing changes yet everything is different everyday

                                                                                                      ~ Sonali

Monday, April 25, 2016

Filigree as a Fact of Life



                                  

 There is that matter of the unreckonable shock of alternating association and disassociation

 With
                                  Light then Darkness
                                            Hot after Cold
                                                  Love followed by Unlove
                                                         Good upon the heels of Evil
                                                                  A little Truth mixed in with a bunch of Lies
Wherein each pierces through the other
                    Offering patterns for our review
                                 For the human mind ceaselessly tries to make sense of the seeming nonsense                                                              That comes out of yoking together polarities      

Heat goes through metal letting light through
         Ropes of trodden paths loop over untrodden terrain

                      A spark of understanding comes alive in the murkiness of unknowing
                              A bright pink cloud peeps through a canopy of little dark green leaves

       The brightness seems brighter
                             The darkness  darker
                                             And often, one wouldn't exist without the other ....
               
                                                                                                                  ~ Sonali