In the evening
Silence gapes
Shadows drape
Windowed pains
I look outside
Looking inside me
I see whirls and eddies
Losses and gains
In a china cup of tea
I write
Dreaming
Of what could be
I write
Of what has been
What never should be.
I write
In black and white
For me.
Gray granules of truth
Speckling certainties
Emergent Mysteries
Mind in motion
Grappling emotions
Grateful for my corner
This mage revealing privacy.
There are days
I wish
Bottomless bliss
Blue abyss
Gives my heart a thrill
I believe
We create
What we Will.
I write
With no invite
A humble scribe
Who must
Say it out
Cry and shout
Loud enough
To make music
Visible over white noise.
Something tells me
The sparrow beats its wings
The hummingbird freezes time
In eternal counterpoise...
Reveal yourself
Redefine possible outcomes
Constancy is motion.
In this quantum verse
The ghosts of probabilities
Rule.
Their realm alone is
Real.
(c) Amrita Valan 2018
