Here is a lovely, reflective poem for you today.
I.
Cross, out-of-sorts
at odds, always in want
of a better word
I’m a poet of sorts.
Crucified on the cross-
roads of time and purpose
I stand and ponder:
if the road I’m on
is less traveled or more?
Cars spin 360 degrees
below, as I watch
from my Ivory Tower
40 feet above is enough
too much reality
is not good for me.
I’m fussy.
I don’t like to get my feet
dirty. Head planted firmly
in the clouds
I take great strides
across the seven seas.
Cross deserts; climb peaks.
Sometimes, I’m seen
millions of light years away.
I straddle both worlds.
Clearly, I’ve businesses
of my own to attend.
Philosopher at large
sage, devil, demigod
I play many parts –
Ophelia
to your Hamlet.
II.
Poised from here, to somewhere
not there, I strike the right
stance, soaring above
the real, inching past fact
I land on the surreal
with a light tap.
My wings tend
to crumble.
But read on friends,
what did you expect
a geometrical theorem
with a Q.E.D. at the end?
I’m a poet and I know it.
I quote myself:
if prayers don’t lead
you to that heavenly abode
rest assured physics will.
Unquote.
With all particles identified
across quantum fields
both elementary and exotic
how long can He hide?
Now where were we?
Memory plays a truant mistress.
O yes!
Expectations!
That feared and dreaded word.
I’m expected to be afflicted
with a rare sense
of ironic humor.
A brain full of nervous
energy – I’m always hyper.
202 times removed
from logic and reason
I’m good with numbers.
Playing with infinite zeros
at the tip of my fingers.
I churn out verse
night-in, day-out
looking neither left nor right
but dead centre.
My third eye always open
shrewdly fixed
and constant
as the north star, pointing
steadfastly –
at intimations of immortality.
***
Rashmi Prakash took her Masters in English Literature from Rajasthan University. She has been a lecturer in English Literature in Kanoria College, Jaipur, and actively involved in theater, both in Jaipur and Mumbai. At present she runs her own Mumbai-based company, Nomad Travels, with her husband. Writing is her passion; she is a regular contributor to poetry forums online. Her poetry has been published in ‘Voices from Within’, a Delhi publication, and her travel articles in the Sunday Observer. At present she is working on a novella and some short stories.
It flows.
It trips lightly on the tongue.
In short
Delightful, my dear.
👏👏👏👏Lovely! It’s “sort of” in your genes!
I liked it very much. These dimensions of you I never suspected were there
She’s a nomad traveller in search of a home of sorts.
Her honestly is endearing,
Her verse come on a wing.
Can we have more from her?
Wow too good- a real poet of all sorts