Paradox Of The Paradise

By Manjushree Shastry

Lost in depth of the Deep blue

Always wondered was it all but reflection

Of your mind wandering, to belong with the hue?

In trance admiring the enormous white

Asked thyself, where did it all go?

Innocence like the flowing spring, finding it’s way

through the sharpest hinges not often one might.

Blinded by the beam of rising warmth

was reminded of bygone beginnings,

withered into autumn before rising,

yet to ponder over the longing despite, never wanting.

Gazing at the growing timeless green,

theorizing the rooting of the mighty & strong

maybe they wobbled a bit , knew would fall

it was afterall pitfalls , of being tall.

Standing stronger, to the ground beneath the enamor,

courage it was, by that meant not just standing tall,

by the growing storm like passing time.

Language of life , is it for the mute?

who talk more often to breathe in silence into noise

of apparent belonging , glittery shadows & deafening bells of desires?

Language of love, is it for the living?

who are more often dead within, yet adding years to life,

rewiring the mind in despair unable to pursue the heart,

sour grapes it is always , even if it’s not from the start.

Language of Hope, is it for the cheerful?

cheering all yet not thy with darkest cries beneath the brightest smiles,

harboring to hope like a fragile dew drop over a leaf,

so heartening even when wearing off in a while.

Fleeting Paradox is all this mind is,

to know the path, yet yearning to be lost.

to know the answers yet seeking questions.

to know thyself yet never understand.

By Manjushree Shastry