Stars seem smaller than the moon,
while my finger can hide the sun.
Earth to me looks flatter than it is;
my breath is louder than outer noise.
The sky is small enough to fit my eye,
while my hands easily enclose the sea.
Yesterday affects me the most,
while yesteryear is a sketchy haze.
The imminent stimulates the most,
distant future is an unsolved maze.
Closeness breeds relative disproportion,
while distance puts things in perspective.
The whole game is played on space and time.
The closer you get, the bigger the illusion.
while my finger can hide the sun.
Earth to me looks flatter than it is;
my breath is louder than outer noise.
The sky is small enough to fit my eye,
while my hands easily enclose the sea.
Yesterday affects me the most,
while yesteryear is a sketchy haze.
The imminent stimulates the most,
distant future is an unsolved maze.
Closeness breeds relative disproportion,
while distance puts things in perspective.
The whole game is played on space and time.
The closer you get, the bigger the illusion.
Good one.. Keep coming
ReplyDeleteGood one Kamlesh. It is really nice.
ReplyDeleteGood one Kamlesh.. Following lines are timely reminder for me ... :)
ReplyDeleteCloseness breeds relative disproportion,
while distance puts things in perspective.
Excellent Brother..
ReplyDeleteKeep it up....
Hey good one Kamlesh
ReplyDeleteThe poem is nice and the space use about it sound so "you" ...I like it
ReplyDeleteHey kamlesh,
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed it .....Good one ! :)
Good one and what an insight.
ReplyDeleteOne does the mistake again & again of getting identified with a lifetime and cant understand that its only a play in one continuous big dream. Need a Guru to wake up to higher reality and look at the glorious picture.
Good one!
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