bending lights

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afternoon white turns into
a scattered blue, as the river serpent
finds its way through the ivory
flowers with sun-streaked stalks

hitherto complimenting the nature
of light that dozes off at an arm’s length
of my view,

heaviness is registered in this light’s
movement through the verisimilitude
of other monochrome lights, of the changed
hues, with the galaxies of visitors, remarking
on its bathed reverence.

the marble captures
the after-fluorescent impact
in its tiled capsules as an exploration
of the history of gravity’s hold over
the dead bodies and their afterthoughts,

for that marks the beginning of the ending,
the universe that gathers many lights and holes
to fill them in,

unentangled, they curve like a day-
old bouquet of thoughts,

time shifts its melodies in the continuum
of this apprehensive physical
communication —

the lights turn the pallor
of shadow, becoming one of its own,
one not to be afraid of,

not knowing why
the grave situation
beckons their control.

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© Anmol Arora 2018

Finally got to visit the iconic Taj yesterday — it was a less than satisfactory experience. Still, the beauty of this monolith is unparalleled, perhaps deriving so much from both its physical features as well as the sum total of its histories and legends. The above is a snapshot from the opposite bank unable to capture every changing color as the sun that was harsh all day long receded to nothingness — the singular moment when time and space became their own solace. And thus, this evening lament for all things be.

For With Real Toads’ Physics with Bjorn. Also linking it up with Poetry Pantry at PU.

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26 thoughts on “bending lights

  1. gillena cox says:

    “of the history of gravity’s hold over
    the dead bodies and their afterthoughts,”
    Very interesting lines.
    Happy you got to visit the much talked about Taj. Expectations and disappointment are happy friends

    Have a good Sunday Anmol

    Much💛❤💛love

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    • It was wonderful to acknowledge that it is a wonderful thing to have visited the famed monument — other than that it is disheartening to see the impact of environmental pollution and hordes of tourists on the mausoleum. Perhaps it would be better to shut it down physically as well as in the hearts and minds of people so that it can recuperate from all the burden it bears every day. Or is that a cynical way of thinking?! 🙂

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  2. Kerry says:

    I really enjoy following your thought process.. how the words of the prompt led you to thinking about the way light curves over the dome of, here, the Taj Mahal – such a grand monument to life’s brevity.

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  3. sanaarizvi says:

    My goodness! ❤ I have always wondered what it would be like to see Taj Mahal.. and hope to do so one day. This is beautifully descriptive with the perfect blend between emotion and atmosphere, keeping in mind its legend that has inspired so many films throughout history! A thoroughly enjoyable read 😊

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  4. I love the idea of the universe bringing together light and holes to create something whole, or to end it, which marks another beginning… It makes sense in a way that is difficult to fully explained, but that can be felt… and lived, too.

    And I love, love, love the image (and the imagery).

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  5. “heaviness is registered in this light’s
    movement . . . ”
    Indeed the long river-like lines of the beginning set a heavy atmosphere for me–like a dead weight–until ” the beginning of the ending” and the “untangling” when distance and philosophy. Unusual how the poem gets lighter as the dark rises! And then, of course, you remind us that the Taj is a “grave”–a memorial for the dead. Your visit to the Taj has enriched my life.

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    • Thank you, Susan. Such is the nature of rambling that turns from the weight of experience and understanding that unravels itself in the swathes of light and darkness both complimenting each other into a poetic philosophy-like concern. We remember the dead and in a way switch to the primal instinct of acknowledging our own. 🙂

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  6. I really like how you join together the curving of the light and the creating of holes, or death. Until we are put into the black hole of death, the grave. You remind us that this magnificent monument is also a grave

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  7. Oh gosh, I am having trouble wth WordPress comments today. I had one almost finished when it suddenly disappeared. I’ll come back later to see if it has mysteriously posted (as happened on another site) before trying again.

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  8. The distance of observation here is, if not sublime, deeply respectful of majesty and its capacity to bend light — These palaces of wealth and faith — they are so deeply imbued with ” the history of gravity’s hold over / the dead bodies and their afterthoughts …” They hold us in their gravity, like it or not … well done!

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