Why? Poem by swatee sripada

Why did the soul swerve and swoop

Like a cradle

Retreats back the distance it covers forth?

Why did it imply

Newton’s definition to an infinite field

Memories and magnificence are the preserved treasures

In the layers of life

Let the seconds be centuries or centuries be seconds

Though the arrival and departure of

Autumn and spring are inevitable



Why do we quiver from head to toe

As a piece of a cotton white cloud angel

Even for the ruffle of a breeze?

It begins with life

To amass the stones for grave

Its anxiousness to search and reach shore

Though we take birth in the middle of an ocean

Turning in rounds in vacuum circles

Spreading as waves of wind

With in no time

Shrinking and shriveling

As if gathering the fallen jasmines delicately

And nestling experience as fragrance

In silken frock of heart

Dreams reward the aspirations

Entwining the dreams

Lightening streams of gleam

All these rise every second

The fire of sighs

Burn till the end as embers

When words became a walking stick
why to bother

Move forth!