By-Kunal Gupta
The world and I are both alive
At same time and at no time,
Reliable senses in number five
In no time distort the sublime;
I have not seen you as you can be
But I have felt you as you are,
To you goodbye I say too calmly,
I say that I love what you are.
In green caves lurk pitious graves
Set hard and nothing walks
With them under her endless arms,
A red rose withers, walks;
Buds unripe cut stalk and race
To endless greater shoots,
What moves is stock, what grows too moves
And all that is, that moves.
With seamless eyes I see
The brighter beauties of this world,
With seamless truth you be
The crooked stick to be unfurled;
If you and I are both alive,
If you and I are one,
If you and I are both alive,
Not me but you are one.
And thus flows time for me swift
Yet swifter all that moves,
The words I write in grains of sand
sift through my hands; what moves!
The sinking heart with all it's sighs
Mourns for loves to be,
If I must love all those goodbyes
What moves is all can be.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn
Great job with the sounds and the rhyme in the poem! This is definitely one of the best poems in the book; I like the emphasis on movement— makes me feel that the poem could be a background score for a dance performance, or, even an animated video, with the imagery you have used! Keep writing!