Tuesday, February 12, 2013

sentience

the blur
of the catacombs 
we stand upon
a blur of all the skeletons
below

people we knew
people we wanted to know
people we chose to forget

there in the catacombs
lie hundreds and thousands
of them

still captured 
in the very last moment
of how we remember them

some with their hands outstretched
some cradling themselves
some with empty sockets for eyes
staring deep inside 
us
far deeper 
than anyone has
even with their eyes

but 
they are
dotted
pixelized
in a motion of blur
arrested
still

a blur

***

the blur
of the clouds
belonging to a sky

the blur 
of their shadows
falling on the desert carpet

the shadow of the clouds
carried forward
backward
sideways

by a million grains of sand
carried away
like a funeral procession
held high
the blurred carcass of the clouds

a blur of deception
for those who look up at the sky
and see a beautiful day
a clear sky
and holiday post-card clouds

and a blur of disappointment
for ones
who look down below 
on this
the desert carpet
and realize 
the clouds have already died
that the ones they see in the sky
are just putting up a tired show

you can only look at either one
at one point of time
you can look up
or look down
and the direction you look
decides the fate of the clouds


and yours

fate that stands out
in sharp contrasts
but still 
all
slurred
a blur

***

blur
i chase blurs
a haze
a smudge
a vague impression

distorted beyond recognition
for most parts

the rest
just enough left

to resemble
something

something that is enough
to grip me
to entice me
to keep looking
to find
the meaning
the meaning of blur
or where
meanings 
get blurred

like
fading away

way of the ink
in water
dissolving

like the 
blur of a countless 
life-crusades
caught
imprisoned 
in us
one caught in our veins
one caught in our head
one caught in our blood
the one caught in our breath
and the last to go
the one caught 
in the memory
of touch
scent
and
all
sentience

the ones caught in tears
as they roll down 
gently
like a silent avalanche
or 
the ones that cling on 
to the
edge
of the eyes
and hang 
with all they have 

so determined
so strong
but still a blur

a blur

birthing 
a moment of absolute clarity
the clarity of the ensuing 
moment of blur

***

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