A kaleidoscope of vibrant colors
Of a thousand scattered pieces
Arranging and re-arranging every second
Into a million beautiful patterns
Like a child, I watch,mesmerized
By the ever-changing beauty of change
I stand detached as the scattered
Pieces regroup into patterns strange
I turn the tube in part hope, part fear
My hands force locked in continuous motion
Turn after turn I move in awe
Driven by the quest for an elusive perfection.
The pieces move again and scatter
Shining in the reflective play of light
To take the exact same place
As they had done once before
A thousand little pieces
In the exact intricate same way
A snapshot from distant memory
That time forgot to take away
It could be a betrayal of the eyes
Lost I stare without a clue
Or was this strange bewilderment
That what they call a déjà vu?
Suni, just curious to know ..... y did u call this one deja vu? I thot deja vu meant something else...right??
ReplyDeleteyes, that is what they call deja vu
ReplyDelete@Veena, it is a crazy metaphorical thought that a deja vu is like seeing one in a million of the patterns in a kaleidoscope repeat itself. We can almost compare our life to a kaleidoscope of events.:) Simply put.. kurachu crazy thoughts.. athre ulloo
ReplyDeleteSunitha, as always you put your heart into the quill, and the muse. Am glad to see you take your comment on my write to this polished piece of verse :) God bless!
ReplyDeleteCoincidentally, I too had been inspired by the kaleidoscope when I had read another brilliant young poet's take on it :) Wl share it later!
Thanks Usha Ma'm. Would definitely like to read the poem that inspired you. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Usha Ma'm. Would definitely like to read the poem that inspired you. :)
ReplyDelete@Anonymous, I'm just a little beginner in this blogging world . There are pros out there with hundreds of followers who will be better equipped to tell you how to create your own blog. Thanks for reading and commenting my humble space. :)
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