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Matters of the Mind

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Photo taken at: Kochi Muziris Biennale 2013

To make sense of the unclear,
To let the muddy waters settle,
To make words of alphabets and
To make pictures of the shades of life,
That is but human nature....

Why then is this mind of yours,
Even when lost in the unknown,
When darkness should have taken over,
Drunk in the black of the night
Flies above the clouds, free and happy?

Psst: With a few friends, all I did was watch this artwork, these lines came to me and haven't let me sleep till I finally wrote it down the last night. I've written it down as and how it came to my mind, somehow did not feel like correcting/polishing/bettering it. 

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  1. The MukhtiarsMarch 26, 2013 at 5:47 PM

    nice one

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  2. UnknownMarch 28, 2013 at 2:09 AM

    beautiful poetry...raw is the best...editing is not good.. it feels as if you are editing your feelings... :)
    if you'll have time do visit my blog maybe you'll find something :)
    http://www.peaceandchaosinmymind.blogspot.in

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    1. Bhavya NMarch 28, 2013 at 10:10 AM

      Thanks a bunch for coming by... appreciate your comments :)
      Hope to see you around more often

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  3. Laya SarathMarch 28, 2013 at 3:00 PM

    Wow too good dear....write more..and I dnt think a true poetry need any polishing...let your words flow endless.I Implore u..write more ..

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    1. Bhavya NMarch 28, 2013 at 3:31 PM

      Ohh thanks a million bunches Laya dear :) :)
      Thanks for the support and the kind words

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