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Tuesday 7 August 2012

A story of eyes

They say eyes are for reading so I eye-gaze and un-clutter
ear from word
run through word-maze
in an eye-seek insanity
like I always have
until someone touched
seeing eye and unseeing eye
walked past written word
picked up the lost silences
and then the world
in a monumental shift
and crazy juxtaposition
turned everything into eye
a million witnesses
that read and heard and said
dissected and pronounced
this and that
and I broke
into laughter
laughed and laughed and laughed
and the world laughed back
with me
at me,
it matters not
for this world is mirth-made
so mirth-made
that it can’t stop the tears.

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15 comments :

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  2. Interesting!
    What was the eye-opener BTW?:)

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  3. was lifted on a river of ever-present lightness and communion...
    -Tony

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  4. The eye-opener was a poem about eyes. :)

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  5. Mr. Seneviratne,
    Do you mind throwing light upon "someone who touched the seeing eye and unseeing eye?" and also what is meant by "I broke into laughter?" So complex to interpret. It will be interesting to obtain the creator's interpretation itself!

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  6. Poetry belongs to the reader. :) The multiple eyes are about judging eyes. They make me laugh and laugh. Have had a lot of people bad-mouthing me. It's funny.

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  7. Malinda, may we see this poem about eyes?

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  8. A photograph,
    A fixed gaze,
    A door unfastened,
    Straight to your heart.
    I am reading you,
    Like pages of a book,
    Yet a limitless book.
    All your heart and soul,
    Amass in that black iris,
    I look intently,
    I read you.
    I read you,
    And only I alone can read,
    That black iris.
    Door to your heart and soul,
    I am your reader,
    An undying reader.

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  9. you read me like a book
    Looking through that black iris,
    Yet, do you still see words hidden
    That intent search cannot arrest?
    So hidden amidst the sea of pages
    The reader that you are
    claimed undying
    Will you ever become weary
    of reading this limitless book?

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    1. Malinda,
      How did you find strength to 'laugh' and find people bad-mouthing about you funny? That will inspire many who are 'tremendously scared of themselves' (as you mentioned in your write up on Siripada published in Nation-) You said 'we need not be'. It requires lot of guts to laugh and find amusement in what others are 'bad-mouthing'. So do share it...

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  10. Malinda,
    How did you find strength to 'laugh' and find people bad-mouthing about you funny? That will inspire many who are 'tremendously scared of themselves' (as you mentioned in your write up on Siripada published in Nation-) You said 'we need not be'. It requires lot of guts to laugh and find amusement in what others are 'bad-mouthing'. So do share it...

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  11. I don't always laugh. But two things help: looking at the sky frequently and long enough(shows how small and insignificant we really are) and the pilikul bhavanava (meditation on decyaing -- eg. of the human body -- which makes 'I' seem rather silly).

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  12. dear friends and dear poet ............

    i don't know what right i have as a reader to try ask our poet to reveal his personal things and i believe he has every right to say how much he loves the eyes of his 'heart and soul' to convince his lover.

    that is the nature of lovers and the subject call 'love'. He is a poet but a human, a lover so let him write what ever he feels about love or his love.

    i am sure that his love, his heart and soul feel happy reading the poem the owner of these eyes he tried to explain. i personally believe that he has every right to write his own true feelings towards anything he see or feel

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  13. No. I'm sure you dont always laugh. Everyone cant find relief in sea or sky; But,as you said, meditation does help. The importance of 'I' disappears. Takes awhile though to get things into perspective.

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  14. I have no idea what Sandika is talking about. I wasn't complaining. :)

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