Ofcourse, I am all bruised
after all those efforts
to rub my shoulders with the giants.
Geniuses like Hawking, though confined to a chair
and far away like a quasar
unsettle me in apocalyptic terms.
Species of this breed, who would, in a fraction of second
light up the dark corners of a confusing world
drive me to my room and bolt up my sociability.
I grew impervious to their success stories over time
and learnt to cleverly sidetrack the conversation
and discuss things of the immaterial world.
Despite the care I take to muffle such noise
there are some inevitabilities that crop up.
When I hear of a character from the past
stretching the limits of my imagination.
That is when I succumb to the pangs of hope.
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Ofcourse, I am all bruised
after all those efforts
to rub my shoulders with the giants.
Nicely married 'bruise' to the metaphor.
and discuss things of the immaterial world.
I particularly liked your usage of 'immaterial world'.
Missed the casual and offhand depth and profundity of your verse.
Great title, and an very good poem, filled with tangible metaphors that make me just nod my head... and rub my bruised shoulders as well!
@Praveen
1) Thank you 2)Yes, that came out well !
@Usha
Thanks Usha. It has been a long time.
seduction if physics is it? I have succumbed to the illusory hope hands down... related to it perfectly ...
@Sid
Wake up sid ! Not seduction of Physics. Just my attempt at avoiding the geniuses and my way of dealing with them.
Ohh is it! my bad. Probably I was reading from my perspective. Thats what poetry does.
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