On Moving On

it had been a while,
or maybe it hadn’t,
she tried, once more, the way he had taught her,
savouring the moment like a grain of rice
still covered in its husk of quiet,
feeling its shape and size and taste,
letting its gritty voice fill her hungry mind
with exhilaration,
it was no use,
what was a moment, she wondered,
when each life had its own clock,
the violet kurinji flowers that bloomed
every twelve years on the slopes of the Nilgiris,
what was a week to them, even a month,
the dead had their own cycle,
remembered once a year with ritual and feast,
the priest pouring the annual quota
of smoke-teared oblations into a waiting fire,
what was time to them,
what is a moment but everything before it
and everything after and everything that can never be,
should a moment that began and ended with footsteps
be measured in distance or time,
she tried again to empty her mind, the way he had taught her,
each second growing hands,
each second a many armed demon
ticking in unordered rhythm,
it was no use,
in the horizon a primordial sun
coloured the ruins of a two hundred year old temple,
its broken bell filled with bleeding cloud,
wouldn’t everything be bearable,
she wondered,
if silence was just the absence of sound.

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18 thoughts on “On Moving On

  1. What is a moment but everything before it!!!!!

    To move on…
    its said,
    you need to live in the moment.
    With a moment by moment
    awareness;

    What is a moment,
    but everything before it?

    Is a song
    merely an note by note
    rendition?

    Is a song over
    after the last note
    is struck?

    I moved on
    from the idea
    of moving on…

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  2. your imagery is never mundane, i’m always surprised in a very exciting way

    “savouring the moment like a grain of rice
    still covered in its husk of quiet,”

    much love…

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  3. Love the promise that comes with the last lines. It tells us that she won’t settle, just because sometimes it seems that there is nothing else… or that nothing is preferable to chaos (even if the latter comes with the possibility of change).

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  4. it was no use,
    in the horizon a primordial sun
    coloured the ruins of a two hundred year old temple,
    its broken bell filled with bleeding cloud,
    wouldn’t everything be bearable,
    she wondered,
    if silence was just the absence of sound.

    Love this!❤️ Such longing.. such passion and fire in these lines! My new favorite from you 🙂

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  5. wouldn’t everything be bearable,
    if silence was just the absence of sound.

    It would have if not for the baggage and negative implications inherent in not voicing out one’s reservations

    Hank

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