Creativity is at its best in that transient state between subconsciousness and consciousness... like waking up early in the morning from a pleasant dream...
Twilight Zone of Consciousness
Yet under the spell of sweet slumberIn the wee hours of the morn
Waking up from a pleasant dream-
Still in the twilight zone of consciousness
Savouring the sweet feeling akin to none-
I yawn and stretch, turn over
And bury my face anew in the pillow
And try to recapture the dream again;
But, it is gone; only the feeling remains…
My mind and heart are pure like a baby’s
My soul resurrects anew…
Then I hear the curlew cry
As it passes overhead with joy
The peacock hoots somewhere to the peahen
The common Maina, the Sparrow, the Wren
Chirrup and vie with each other
For my undivided attention…
Suddenly above this cacophony
There rises a sweet melody
Of the Koel in the Mangroves
As she calls to her mate
in anguish of the lonely…
The poet in me comes alive
I pick up my pen and automatically,
Not even conscious of what I write,
I pour my feelings on the paper, white
The ink looks like colour dipped in blood
The red of my passion, as it floods
The hues of my heart in my soul’s cup…
There emerges a picture painted in words
As I celebrate my subconscious state
The song of my soul is sung in those moments
When heart and spirit meet the mind in recumbence…
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
24.05.07
Photo:' Silver Linning in my Cloud' by and ©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
Read 1014 times
Written on 2007-10-10 at 03:26
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
uma |
EMITSTI |
kip |
Saga |
lastromantichero |
Will |
Zoya Zaidi |
Kathy Lockhart |