The art of forgetting
And sometimes I lose track of time,
deliberately.
Deliberately, when the dock of emotions
felt unfamiliar.
Tapestry to the melancholy self,
I lose track of time,
'cause the echoes felt trivial,
trivial, the shades of tears,
or the shadows of dauntless.
Yet, the silence of the sea prevailed.
Now, I lose track of time.
Deliberately,
pause, deliberately,
to admire the timelapse.
Timelapse, that hit the turmoil.
For once, the fall from the deck
released me,
released me to fly,
fly away from the wintering grounds.
Regret towards the past, surpassed,
and breathing felt real.
- RGK
KAVINAYAA (aka) KAVITHRA
Briefing the poem:
Lately I’ve been thinking and it caught my attention that there is a difference between want to and happened to, and a poem has always stood or took a great deal of role in displaying the emotions metaphorically, and the very unsettled great minds have provoked the thoughts of one through such notions.
And to the thoughts; want to and happened to are kept apart with a very basic understanding ie, acceptance and holding on, and if you ask me which stands in which , I would say they aren’t positioned, they simply take turns.
This poem reflects the difference of my internal emotions wanting to echo out, break the deck wanting to show the shades they carry, but I happened to put myself in a position of darkness, where no shades mattered or the braveness stood along to fight. Expect when one chooses the acceptance that “it happened and I would like to try how it feels , rather than numbing oneself, cultivated the wanting to feel better,
I happened to lose time, comparably I wanted not to keep track of it either. I let the turmoil hit me reasoning it would allow me to drown with peace, irony I happened to fly!
Evidently the shadows of dauntless thus carried colour in it. Regrets are far behind and I want to see what else life brought for me moreeee even more, everyday (giggle)…
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The art forgetting - RGK |
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