Only when I sit with You
Do I notice -
The gnarl of my hands,
The wrinkles on my face,
The darkness of my skin,
The blackness of my hair
Only when I look in your eyes
Do I notice -
The brown-ness of my eyes
The shortness of my being,
The greyness at my temples,
The thoughts that make me.
Only when I am with you
Do I notice -
The need to extend myself
The want of material riches
The Growing, I havent grown
The meaninglessness of Life.
Only when I sit with you
There is a Me and a You,
When I sit alone,
All is Me and I am all
I am you and you are Me.
- K P Rashmi April 2008
This is my entry for Poetry Wednesday April 2nd 2008.
15 comments:
Oh, so beautiful...
I stopped writing poetry so long ago, after starting the journalism. You see so much, doing that profession, than the soft and sensible things are almost killed inside.
The differences are glaring only when you try to see them and observe. Great poem. Thanx for sharing. See mine at - http://jayaramanms.multiply.com/journal/item/106 -
Thank you. I understand the desensitization in certain kinds of jobs. Maybe you should write poetry again. I find it to be very releasing with precision.. no long winded explanations just short words to slather sense.:)
:). Yes, only when we pay attention to the differences does it appear to be there.
Sorry, I left a comment on your page, not seeing this right away.
"I am you and you are me" ... all one in the same when everything else is stripped away.
Here, you have slathered your senses 8=)
... but once again, thank you for dropping over my way. Be well.
http://danceinsilence.multiply.com/journal/item/212/Poetry_Wednesday_..._A_Warriors_Noble_Cry
It's a beautiful poem. I did like it!
http://belita747.multiply.com/journal/item/406/POETRY_WEDNESDAY
This is beautiful and your comment on mine was priceless and i thank you sincerely..hugs from Milli.
Enjoyed this poem immensely
Words court me playfully
If marriage didnt bind me tightly
A Suit of Books, I'd desire wantonly :P
It is a beautiful poem but I am sure none of these things are true Rashmi.
Beautiful!
The deep and subtle interactivity between two people, when the one means something to the other...so nicely expressed!!!
It is interesting how one brings consciousness to another, but here I feel a sense of inadequacy, and of reality, brought on by the other's presence. And yet there is a need to do better. The soul is laid bare, the being is exposed to the core, the exposed has a realization. The "other"person is certainly powerful.
But who is it? a friend, a lover, could it be God?
Excellent.
The reflection of ones self via another can be both wonderful & unsettling. This poems speaks of the unsettling apsect of loosing a sense of self? Thank you for sharing this thoughful work!
Thank you Bill. :) . I like your understanding.
Thank you Sue, for your thoughts and encouragement... The Who is usually who we need at that moment, I think. I havent been able to label the Who, for it comes in any form we are receptive to.
Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it. :)
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