SANAA UPPAL
A SILENT
NOTE
Blind in the acutely dark wisdom of
the cemented sea
Charcoal nature - naturalistic,
wayward, free flowing like wines from the past
A pearl legend, a jam-packed hall
of audience in fame
Stealing flight from the rarest of the
species
Bleeding birds of hope
High ranged following the collapse
This full-bodied seductress
Secretive in lame assumptions
Crippled and hazy, uninterrupted
like challenging woods in grief
Caged in the white house of pain
This rock band of waves
Battering winds on the widest paths
Thrashing weeds ,lowering the
deepest of the grounds
This piece of old harmonica
This kit of paisley art
Fresh like the idea of warm blood
Stealthily it screamed a loud roar
in my life
Countering everything that was
broadly welcomed in the upcoming days without mind
Cutting wildest dreams
Forsaken in numberless deaths
Lost in thousand lives
Carried by not a single shoulder
As the course of the day suddenly
flourished into the belongings of a martyr night
But it came...
Somehow
From somewhere
One day when I recalled
Love, the suspect and the pardoned
A silent note
Like extreme fog
COPYRIGHT : Sanaa Uppal
ALL I CAN
REMEMBER
All I can remember is nothing
And darkness !
No peaks or ranges
But the fall
Pure fall
Ah!
A moment fully equipped and awake
I met no one but nature inside out
Following and preceding
That high !
I did nothing
But collide and generate
In the momentum and the pace
The grand destruction in the making
All I can remember is the orderly
scatter
The innumerable pieces
The uncountable me
In that fall
I did not breathe
I knew not how to !
I was there out of nothing
Peculiar I was
In the fall
I found nothing but pure matter
As all emanated from me
The colors, the depth, the linear
and the spiral
Everything rising as well as
floating
Just a relic of the spark in the
fall
All I can remember is...
It doesn't have a face
COPYRIGHT: Sanaa Uppal
THE FLOW
You cannot deliberate it because it
is a flow having its own beginning
Uninterrupted and unintended
Indefinite
Unsettling and monotonous
Sometimes intruding and
accommodating
Because it springs from where you
think you can reach that stillness and touch it like rouge
You are the only one in the great
flow
The endless one
Like a silent caravan
Like a gorgeous stream carrying
autumn leaves
Together with the relics of
strings, feathers, beads and nets
You are looking for your own
reflection
A mirror that can make you whole
For another tomorrow
Flowing eternally
COPYRIGHT
SANAA UPPAL
SANAA UPPAL: Born and brought up in the golden city of
Amritsar (punjab, India), Sanaa Uppal has been constantly inspiring those avid
readers with her works which are known as the beautiful blend of beauty and
profundity. With a philosophical bent of mind , her poetry revels the moments
of sadness and bliss, of togetherness and eternity, regarding life as its
spontaneous flow. However the interdependence and conflicting nature of reality
and imagination, the resultant contradictions and obscurities makes it an
extremely complex but potently interesting read.
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