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Predestination

 

Staring at the blue sky
To the distant pasts that glittered in the stars
Unseen, unfound, hidden beneath the fluffy clouds

 

Lying on the concrete
Hard truths and harder are the choices that exhumed
The sins of the father reflected on the Lamb of God

 

Floating skyscrapers
Diminishing breaths that’s building upon the layers of
Foggy winter morning’s urban bustling rabble

 

14/10/2016
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Such a wonderful and vivid images floating around my minds eye as I read this. I am afraid, have you just wrote this poem? In this moment? Cause I can feel that calmness of the winter sky standing right infront my window. This early!!!? Wonderful Poem. And definitely heart touching images. :)

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These evocative verses bring dozens of images to mind, one right after the other. They are so very interesting. I liked the first stanza for the relationship of light and time and unknown histories. The second stanza made me want to reflect on theology; but perhaps the lines best act as a foil to the third stanza, while yet elegantly telling us about the observer. Beautifully done.

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Cities in the sky, and the Lamb of God...very evocative, as Emi and Parker have said.

 

It's a continuing shift of images from an awkward position that I like - lying on the sidewalk, at least it was for me.

 

Thanks for posting it.    

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Such a wonderful and vivid images floating around my minds eye as I read this. I am afraid, have you just wrote this poem? In this moment? Cause I can feel that calmness of the winter sky standing right infront my window. This early!!!? Wonderful Poem. And definitely heart touching images. :)

Thank you Emi. No I wrote this poem on a hot Indian evening. In my mind I was in a winter morning at the burra bazar in kolkata, with all its foggy hustle & bustle. 

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These evocative verses bring dozens of images to mind, one right after the other. They are so very interesting. I liked the first stanza for the relationship of light and time and unknown histories. The second stanza made me want to reflect on theology; but perhaps the lines best act as a foil to the third stanza, while yet elegantly telling us about the observer. Beautifully done.

Thank you Parker. That is a very apt precis. In my vision, it is the city and it's people at the break of dawn grazing like the mindless cattle. Everybody is hard at work. They want to change their socioeconomic status. But, nothing changes except the time. Nobody has time to stop & think; Time to look up.  And the change never comes, because by nature we abhor change. Why did God create the tree? Didn't he know his creation's weaknesses? And then sending a messiah to save you from the sins he forced on you, is like the biggest mockery of them all. It's like USA's foreign policy. This is our very nature. We deign to fight our predestination.

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Cities in the sky, and the Lamb of God...very evocative, as Emi and Parker have said.

 

It's a continuing shift of images from an awkward position that I like - lying on the sidewalk, at least it was for me.

 

Thanks for posting it.    

Thank you Mr. Benus. My experience was not on the pavement, but those overhead cross-bridges that people never use. A good population of urban India lives on the sidewalks. Unlike the western homeless man, the Indian live with their families. The situation is more like a slum. They even get voter ids with the particular sidewalk as address. I kid you not. The children go to govt schools, the women cook in their makeshift kitchen while the men work. Just today while traveling from work, I saw an inquisitive child play with the heads of tin cans that he has no doubt collected all morning in order to sell, and held my breath with dread as I waited for him to cut his hands on the sharp edges. Nothing happened in the few minutes I had to wait for the light to turn green, but it was fascinating how engrossed the little one was in his world, while playing with those, sitting on the sidewalk what is no doubt his playroom. I remembered my time with my logos in my expensive house.

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