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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Parallelism


Any piece of artwork is a mirror of recaptured experience. It is an encapsulated slice of a particular reality. A creative attempt to foreground an understanding of what is rather obscure.

Where can true love be found? Or are we even equipped, capable to give and receive it? Hasn't it been butchered yet by this practical materialistic world?

Murmuring these questions led to the writing of this poem (2007 Thailand).  Dear friends, share this reflective course as we traverse the lines of "Parallelism"...


Parallelism

In a parallel paradigm of selling and buying
Abounding like merchandise in a busy marketplace,
Love can be sold
Half the price, discounted, on sale
Or buying things at a certain cost
It may come like a bonus - free!
No charge at all
Convenient.

A hopeless romantic may well find herself
Roaming endlessly in an abandoned cemetery
Where people caught in a mundane swirl of living daily
No vision of glory, passion or pain
Bury love under fathomless depth of oblivion,
"don't dare dig it baby, you'll end up feeling sorry".

Time passes without meaning
Onward towards the great nowhere
Move on!
Let it all pass under the bridge,
Ride the wings of time
Until you reach the end
Far from the here and the now
Far from all the things that make u feel invisible.

Go away.
Regain visibility.
Be not daunted by fear.
Be free!

~ Kurdapya~

4 comments:

  1. yes, be free! to love!! Love! For after all, true love lies deep in our hearts, where we could feel and share it meaningfully if we are free from all bondage.

    Very deep and beautiful poem Carmen, another of your masterpiece. Thanks for sharing to TSS.

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  2. You can't imagine how thrilled i am to see this in our page betchai. Thank you!
    Time and again we journey inwardly to the universe inside us. There, we struggle to comprehend why we sometimes feel inexistent, invisible. Maybe we heard too much of the noise outside, defining us, restricting, suppressing the voice of that small person inside of us. And aptly then we should break free! Regain the power to love and be loved which is after all inallienable to our humanity.

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  3. Standing Ovation!!! Speechless at how beautifully you write... love you Kurdapya!!! More, please more! :)

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  4. Ahaha sit down kulasa. Thank you! Lablab! Mwah!

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