There are many interruptions between the source and empty spaces
Lengthy detours across strange sentiments
Finally lands vaguely, uninspired, and without an invitation
For that time has long gone and their relevance is diminished
Time is heavy on the restructuring of the faults and anomalies
Advanced steps on the sacred territories are disastrous
Not guided by the right stars, and words reflect that confusion
Possessed by a spirit that utters asynchronous languages
~Amitav
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For some reason I pictured the poet, whose language is oft’ times like no other, sitting and contemplating thoughts as they pass through mind’s cosmic realms. Those thoughts are sometimes interrupted by internal and external forces and what spreads across the page are dust remnants of stars long since burnt out. I really connect with this and enjoyed it very much.
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So well said. Solemn expressions are often misinterpreted. As you said, “Those thoughts are sometimes interrupted by internal and external forces…” so be it, as they will retrace the rightful course at the end.
I really liked your interpretation of this poem. Thank you so much.
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Yes, they are… and you are kindly welcome. It’s one of those pieces that will stay with me.
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