There, within the heart
When all else blacks out
Is the one single thought.
You.
That keeps me real.
That makes me whole.
Fantasy
Reality
Cold and warm.
As I sink into the
Ripple of a dream-
Tipping back, gently
Enveloped by waves
Of Consciousness, that
Touch, caress, and leave…
My body feels lighter
Yet, I sink, slip
Under the surface
Groping, looking
Searching, seeking
For that something
I have lost- and
Need to own, to be
Myself.
Once again.
And in that dream
I share with you
I find that – my heart
With yours – when you
Rise, to sink with me-
When we wake together…
Into that perfect conjoining
Of a jigsaw puzzle
The parts to the whole
Being that tangible totem
Of consciousness…
Then we know.
That we always did.
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Totally (and obviously :D) inspired by “Inception”; actually the totem concept was fascinating, and I have yet to get over how mesmerizing the whole idea of the totem is, in reality!
August 9, 2010 at 5:58 pm
Making a poem out of Inception's soul concept is still fine which ofcourse takes a lot of understanding from the author, anyway. But I can not but ADORE the point where someone who hasn't seen the movie can relate to a simple romantic charm that prevails throughout the poetry and finishes so delicately.Beautiful is the word and sheer mastery!
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August 9, 2010 at 6:02 pm
Soumya, you always, but always grace the writes with a benediction of such gentle charm, that they are blessed indeed. AS I am 🙂 Thank you immensely!:) 🙂 Layers in the comment too 🙂 as always 🙂
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August 10, 2010 at 6:02 am
Words flowing like unending stream
joining together and without a seam
like ripples in sunlight they gleam
makes one wonder if we are in a dream.
As usual fantastic Usha. 🙂
In the real sense I can’t comment on Totem
I haven’t seen Inception or its post-mortem
with work I have been out of the system
and caught in a irreveocable diastem.
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