Source Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Source
Just orbiting in a cycle
and balanced
by centripetal and centrifugal forces,
I looked at a point
and asked,
"Are you my source? "
The point remained silent.
The infinite space replied with a sigh,
"The point you see on my bosom was a wound,
now it's a spot.
I just felt a sharp object penetrating my heart
and when another point started moving
you came into being.
Your are the locus of a point that moves so
that its distance from the spot always remains the same.
Neither I can kiss you nor can you kiss me!
How can I tell you where is your source
when I am myself source-less!
Forget all,
I love you orbiting round me
and to love someone makes life beautiful."
I shall ask the time, it's ancient.
Time started laughing
and its laughter
brought tears in his eyes.
Time said, "My roots are inside the infinity,
my branches are spreading and spreading,
I feel as if I am sucking something from someone
but who is that one?
I, too, do not know.
I am also helpless like you."
I said to myself let all go to hell,
I shall myself become a source of beauty,
I shall now concentrate on my orbiting,
I think I can add a rhythm to it
and I can make it an attractive dance.
Hoping someone who loves my orbiting
will love me more when I dance nicely.
I agree with Kelly, my roots are inside infinity, with spreading, there is no apparent answer to as, , are you my source? At times wisdom refuses to give easy answer. Knowing that finding it is of much greater reward, I love this poem! ! !
It is good to read an imaginative poem from a poet of note. All on this site should read your art.++10
really excellent, brilliant and so thoughtful writings... And I sought I bought and brought a breath or a sigh or a belief no needed to cliff just a single leaf into me - a vast circling depth roaring none heard deaf and dumb all around me I find into me singly................
I shall myself become a source of beauty, I shall now concentrate on my orbiting, I think I can add a rhythm to it..you have taken upon thyself to be called the MOON WHEN EVEREST FELL OUT OF THE EARTH CENTRI PETAL AND CENTRIFUGAL FORCES EQUALED AND INN THE MIDST OF THE WORLDS MAGNETIC FIELD IT WAS STUCK LIKE A STONE HAD NO ENERGY FOR ITS REVOLUTION SO BECAME A MOON THE HUMAN REFLECTION OF SUNLIGHT THROUGH DARKNESS
Fascinating and riveting write, so original and thought provoking. It is going on my favourite poem list!
I guess we all can spend a lifetime trying to understand the sources of beauty while missing out on the beauty itself. Sometimes it is better to simply enjoy the beautiful moments in life without delving deep into their source. A beautiful poem Mr Jawad. Thanks for sharing: -)
A powerful imaginative write that touches on the core of existence. Intelligently presented. Really loved this magnificent write.10+++++ and onto my Poem List.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A magnificent piece of writing. Your way with words and phrasing is second to none!