SPARKS

Hair greyed, sparse,scorched with time
Time has whizzed past once- now stands still
Still sparks fly in the greyed brain at night's midst
Midst gay abandon flurry of activity past
Activity of the tired body has ceased
Sparks fly between the ears and behind the nose
Who were those people who once were close
Now embedded deep in nostalgia and fond memories
Why hasn't time freed him of his useless worries ?

The stress, the tension,the running, the chasing..
Chasing the golden deer - non-existent
Yet sparks fly at the dead of night chasing
Chasing the golden deer - the hen laying the golden egg
Was it wealth or health - for which did he beg ?
Maybe it was both and also some fame
Why then those sparks are putting him to shame ?:?

 

© Bishwanath Mukherjee

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This reads to me............

what Echharte Tolle calls the ego talking. Our worries and fears are all ego based as the soul has no worries or fears the soul just Is it is love and purity and grace and compassion. As I began reading this poem the deeper I got into it, it mostly read as pure ego talking. We as humans tend to live far too much in our own thoughts and minds. Many times that can't be relied on. One has to go beyond that, sort through all that noise in the mind and look for the calm, the serene, the yet polluted. That is hard to explain and likely even harder to do but Become the watcher of the thinker. The watcher is your spirit your true self. One way to do this is to lay down in bed at night and say this I wonder what thought will come next and watch your own mind. It stops it thinking for a moment as you are watching for the next thought like a cat eying a mouse hole, laying in wait for the next mouse to exit that opening. Try that and you will get a better idea how to tap into your true self and learn how to separate your true self from you false self of ego. I enjoyed the poem but have to reiterate it mostly read as purely ego based. Now I recommend you try this exercise I just mentioned and then write something of that experience. As that poem I would be most interested to read.Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.

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Thank you Madam

Thank You very very much for reading through the poem painstakingly and giving your weighty comments. Thank You Melissa Mm God bless


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