Identity
Foreword: I have neither majored nor minored in the subject of “Misery.” Natural upkeeps of my nature made me say this 🙏…..here’s unfolding identity as it comes to me ….as it shapes and reshapes me—time and again!
Identity
Into dying arms of fate my mien was staged stillborn
As topsy-turvy over twisted brows, inlaid upon those majestic crowns !
O! Such stuff hung up in air, quite contrary, on its own;
Into airings put forth— as in—untenable breaches;
Unto risings ineffable so tempestuously grown
O! Look! To that,
A subdued pang, a dead beat to an impulse, still lingers on…
And ,as of , in cut-throat melancholy, none the worse, for that : I was born
Yet seeding underneath and beneath that constant twist of destiny, a humble hope hankered to live on …
For though, as in the broken, while the wreathing harrows blew their arrows,
and so frighteningly—“ affront ,”came in this —“sorrow,” to forge on and on …
Therein, my feebler spirit lifted off of it’s own wings, to gently gather more and more ……..hope……which lent my soul to expectantly—carry on !
So such , being fully borrowed…
I built on …
Thusly, as the raging yonder fell upon fury, eclipsing all those virtues in a world —so scurrilously spun
To this, my heart, from bright red to cold white, sought it’s own contents’ calm. And thereof , thinking if I shut it close, that would make it all so warm ?!
But, the rendering speech which lights up the everyday, got freshly born! I was reborn !
Yes, I was reborn ….
As if, showing up in words, as I would, in all it’s paradoxical forms— written , unwritten ,and “in-between,” those flowering words to take on a new form…
O! No! That gave off sometimes, and I appeared as a mere flaunt!
Thereby—daring to say and/ or hear, what’s hard, and above all; about what, others have blundered upon
Unsayable, as it is, in this diverse world of unequals , the secular in me just carries on, to live on ,yet thereupon, all alone!
‘Tis Quite right, when you say — I was transformed...
Into another into which, my essence takes shape to another form; and with it’s casualness left to a yonder’s sojourn! Here is where I belong!
Yes, my life has taken its own divergent turn…I am that I am … a resonating 🧭 soul passing through times’ turn —to experience so much more than ☝️ one ; more of which traversing in this realm; of all that is and of all there is —in knowing this life and it’s ultimate source of creation.
✍️ Signing off as me, myself and I @ birth , rebirth and life-between-lives as I truly try to bring LIFE BACK TO LIFE
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© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, Dec 6th, 2023
About the Creator
Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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Those quivers on lips, bent over as holdings, for some grandly staged song And as to one whimper, a cry stills in silence —as if, like a tyrant’s sign, it all rises up on a twilight dawn Thereupon, Beheld upon those moments, a gale unnoticed , rustles by, on it’s own ; yes, appearing unseen as an aged-out worn, For to- day, fully and surely, onwards it rushes , all out, through this remotest town Look ! It’s all unhinged, yet at lengthS breaking —those heartstrings, held to hopes —so far gone ! Then, Buried in sorrow, and journeying thro’ this grandly-vested -ribbed-out-gown— A mercy affixes in one track service, plunging down the throat as some recurrent moan! A throb then takes over it’s triumphal throttle, and stops at nothing unfinished; all closed up as ——-long withdrawn —— O ! Lo! Behold! where do those wanderings lead thee on , O! Halt! 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Look! therein descends another silent tone still mastering to speak, though, smoothly—but, long dead on it's tongue O! Much as a frantic indignation to be tattered till it gets totally torn, And as things get bypassed as daunting shadows to another of those —early morns….. So, forthwith, believing in the ardent good, I think the big easy life has been run on —full on, Thence, Placing blushing honors unto stones As these death bells which thence —smoothly —dell on ! Lo! Behold! For a better curse which chases in persistence, prances herein, for so long, Whenever sentience bends above these mild sleeps; until the substance in soul has fully sown Yea, illuming the abyss , this innermost spirit rises to a lofty place, somewhere unknown… For over a tomb within those mossy planes It’s in blooms I lay finally grown ... far thrown ! And while the bells from the temple sprinkle holy laurels over the graced sounds O! 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Whoaaaa, this was so profound and powerful! Loved your take on this challenge!