standing in-front of the window
i look at the sky
i consist of
millions of galaxies and the milky-ways
thousands of black holes
and numerous event horizons
i walk around the house
knowing
i am the ONE
i exist everywhere
an iota
of the ONE
i shine with sheen so sparkling it blinds my eyes
the millions of galaxies and the inexplicable space out there
that's what i am made of
then......
i come back to my window
pick up my duster and start cleaning the glass
the person who will walk inside
will see
only a housewife
shabbily dressed, ready to cook and give bath to her child
the galaxies and the milky-ways
are not visible to the busy / educated world :)
i look at the sky
i consist of
millions of galaxies and the milky-ways
thousands of black holes
and numerous event horizons
i walk around the house
knowing
i am the ONE
i exist everywhere
an iota
of the ONE
i shine with sheen so sparkling it blinds my eyes
the millions of galaxies and the inexplicable space out there
that's what i am made of
then......
i come back to my window
pick up my duster and start cleaning the glass
the person who will walk inside
will see
only a housewife
shabbily dressed, ready to cook and give bath to her child
the galaxies and the milky-ways
are not visible to the busy / educated world :)
bloody hell!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeletem so proud of ur thoughts!!!
love you...m so v glad to be a part of u :)
A lovely post, and so very true,
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
Yvonne.
Love this! :-) xoxo
ReplyDeleteI love your imagination Sushmita! and more than that I love your optimism that's reflected in the bright hues of your blog, lovely notes of your poem and above all, in the smile of your princess. She is adorable.
ReplyDeleteLoved reading this one of yours...you are less active now and I miss your words :(
The world sees what it wants to see but it is we who can decide what we want to feel. The world is free to see and we free to feel. Its times when our external sees us differently than what we are going through inside. Its a joy sometimes.
the galaxies and the milky-ways
are not visible to the busy / educated world :)
Do write more and often! Plsssssssssss.
Love,
Shaifali
I think we all look like this when we look at the stars above! It is ordinary life gazing at beauty
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written poem. :)
ReplyDeletehe he nice ending...
ReplyDeleteIt's so true! Often the people so focused on work do not notice the wonders around them. I'm glad you took time to notice and write a poem about it.
ReplyDeleteYou amaze again Sushmita. I love the way you put the words together. They're so magical. This reminds to take a slow pace and appreciate the world more.
ReplyDeleteYou're special, Sush! The educated are blind, aren't they? Hmm. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this one. Starring it in my reader.
ReplyDeletep.s. I'm saying a prayer. Let me know about the rising sun and about her spreading glory.
Sushmita yeah that's the tragedy for others who don't see only look.
ReplyDeletei remember that theme song from movie Avatar rendered so beautifully by Leona Lewis. The song is called ," I see you".
i hope u get my drift. The more educated the world gets the lesser they are in seeing each other.
"People only see what they are prepared to see." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Feel good for you can see what many others can't.
"To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion – all in one." (John Ruskin)
Wishing u many such nights with many such milky ways and galaxies where, "You Open your eyes. Look up to the skies and see." (Rock Group Queen)
I love star gazing and thinking and dreaming. I hope others do to. Great thoughts.
ReplyDeleteTake care and thank you so much for all your kind words and support. Blessings my friend.
You're good girl.
ReplyDeleteSushmita i had posted a comment last night and this morning it's gone. In case u get two keep one and delete the rest.
ReplyDeleteOkay had share this which in a way should be in tune to what u have to say.
"People only see what they are prepared to see." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
The people of the world (including me) may be into impressive degrees and qualifications but then are we really seeing each other any better?
It's common to judge a book by it's cover the value of course is ascertained later by what lies within.
Your passing thought made me sense some anguish and do excuse me if i'm being presumptuous.
There are many around u who respect and admire u for what u r. Me included here along with all those who r eager to hear from u.
So what if the person outside the window sees a plain Jane in shabby clothes about to give her baby a bath?
Gifted that u r i don't have to remind u that still waters run deep.
There sure was a time i felt the same but now i say to all those busy educated people who don't see me something like this, " Go Hang!"
U SURE R SPECIAL and all of us here on ur page see u. :)
Art is not what you see, but what you make others see. (Edgar Degas-French artist-painter, sculptor, printmaking, drawing...others viewed him as an Impressionist but he called himself a realist)
http://www.impressionniste.net/degas_edgar.htm
You, my friend, are filled with the goodness of the universe. That's what I see...
ReplyDeleteSadly that is only what some people see. I was once a housewife and stay at home mom (many moons ago)... but so was so much more than than and even had to times of daydreaming as I looked out the windows while cleaning.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem again!!!
Hugs & Blessings,
Coreen XOXO
The depth of your soul never ceases to amaze me! What a beautiful way you have. :)
ReplyDeleteJules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
What is this world if full of care... So glad I discovered your blog.
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