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The Unbearable Lightness
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Loading ... Truth is heavy
Like a sackful of stones that falls on the ocean’s bottom
Few can reach out to it
Some fish gnaw at it out of curiousity
It rusts and moulds
Aching for a loving touch
Forlorn and forever alone
A lie is so light
It refuses to sink
Bobbing and tantalising on the ocean’s surface
Waves keep lapping it up making it shine even more
It glistens and glimmers
You touch it and yearn for more
It makes you its slave
Ps- The title is taken from Milan Kundera’s book – The Unbearable Lightness Of Being
15 Comments
Yes, Milan Kundera!… He’s a fascinating writer… The title brought me to this poem and good to see the acknowledgement!… And i must say, the poem is equally fascinating!… The juxtaposition is quite apt… Justifies the title!…
Brilliant write,Very enchanting, thought provoking simile,
Elegant narration & art of poetry.
Liked the poem immensely
I really like this poem. Your analogy between truth and lies is very profound. I especially like the imagery of solitude and loneliness about the truth at the bottom of the sea. Very nicely composed!
This poem is good…………….Really a good thought…………..I must say original…………..
But you don’t have to make the heavy part “large” font and the light part “small font”……………..The presentation lags here………………….
Must the quality of poem is superb……………Million stars from my side………..
renu rakheja Reply:
July 11th, 2009 at 1:16 pm
@ULHAS, Thanks Ulhas- the font change wasn’t deliberate.somehow,it changed after copying and pasting
Great one ma’am…comparison overfloating makes it all the more interesting. this time all the lines were ‘heard’ aloud. your poems in any which case has the depth that a staunch poet lover would sought for in every poetry.
I am water
Sometimes solid...you can always depend on
Sometimes liquid...fits in anywhere
Sometimes vapor...ephemeral...I am there and then I am gone
Sometimes ice...but can be dissolved by fire
Sometimes swirling ....with passion
Sometimes tranquil ....with still desire
Always flowing....unaware of the destination
Sometimes vivid ....like blue sapphire
Always pure....see your reflection
Always rising ...wanting to go higher
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so true and well put.
” It makes you its slave”
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