Category: Life

Red

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Single red rose.

Deep and dark,

Blood red.

Named Red Cross.

Heard me recite,

“The Sick Rose”.

Hybrid velvety red.

Marvelled life,

Pleasure’s mine.

Recalled Jung’s Red Book, but

My thoughts speculated,

“Who inspired William Blake?”

 

*Carl G Jung, psychologist and psychiatrist, recorded “exploration of his unconscious and his encounters with the works of many cultural figures” in a book that came to be famously called Jung’s  Red Book. It is said that “the format of the Red Book resembles the work of the British poet and painter William Blake (1757–1827), who also recorded dreams and visions in combined text and images and with whose work Jung had some familiarity.”

The Sick Rose is William Blake’s contribution to the world of literature.

Ref: https://www.loc.gov/exhibits/red-book-of-carl-jung/the-red-book-and-beyond.html

 

Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

On That Day

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I didn’t wish to be there

On that day.

But somehow I am here

As of today.

The clouds told the sea;

The wind told the palms.

But the carpet grass rejoiced,

As the shadow stayed poised.

Have I known you, ever?

Every day, newer?

Roots shallow or deep, I gather

We live in today, together.

Said the greens to the woods

As air, water and light witnessed.

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Questions…?

In the many unanswered questions of “why me”,
A mother who lost her son to time factor,
Left alone to fend for herself,
Couldn’t still hold herself responsible
For the miss calculations of life and dependence.

Expectations turn painful
While fear takes away the confidence;
Why blame anyone
She says, ” that’s my karma”
And her pain eases.

As she lies down to sleep,
All I could hear was a soft snore.

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