Déjà Vu
Early in the morning
Corpuscular rays of sunlight
Filter thro’ the trees—and
touch me fleetingly
I can’t hold myself, slip into the veldt;
Foliage almost topical on the forest-floor
Entwine around my feet- what luck!
The rustle of the stag-ferns, the murmurs
of the torrent stream rushing with bushes,
twigs through the ravine; all play together,
to enlighten me…initiate me
- Puzzled, I peek around the bushes;
Whipping
affinities, analogies…
And progress….
Time rolls by, as I keep picking
The mysteries through the gossamer
caught in yesterday’s frames; and
Walk...walk...walk...
For a sip of that stupor or trance
I enjoy being released into the
Musty images of yesterday…
Screeches of birds, the gushing water,
the smell of moist earth,
the mass of green velvety moss ,
bird-burrowed holes on tree-trunks; they all
help me taking off the blinkers at last,
I spot the wooden
arched bridge over a creek
And recognize…goodness me!!
A bubbling stream fleeting, swinging,
crashing over the boulders; transforms
my hearing and seeing –
Silence follows~
Play of sunlight rolls over the boulders
Gets hazy for a second…
Lo! It disappears
again…
The old bridge opens windows of another world
I've been here
before, I grasp - -- a dream Déjà vu..?
The yellow sunlight gets intense,
Each stone seems more dazzling than before
'Yes, such awakening is possible,
Déjà vu moment pitches in because images
dwell in our consciousness, as long as we live.
This post was written for ongoing IBL (Indian Bloggers League) Contest, the battle of blogs organised by Write-Up Cafe and this is posted for my team Coup d'East. Visit my team blog here.
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