Are you a lost soul
Looking for that purpose
That brought you in
Screaming out of the womb
Searching for meaning, then
You found it, at the moment
Your beady eyes caught him
In their pointed gaze. Yourself, you froze
The Being moved not, rooted to itself, it found itself.
There, then you rejoiced, you didn’t know why
You, and I, you were not in charge of your doing.
Never mind the sparkle of a hundred billion
Billion galaxies and why they are in their places
He was the answer to your Why? You just needed him
by Hemal Jayasuriya
Poetry thrives in a shadowy, allusive world in which feelings that can be un-pinnable in precise language come into a reality all their own. It may seem to have little to do with the world of facts and experimentation that is science. If all that there is can be explained by what we see and/or what we can prove, what need is there for poetry?
POEM
Into The Woods
More Poems by Hemal Jayasuriya
- Edge of a Beach
- Random Walks
- Young and Old
- Olympia
- Interdependence
- Soul Mountain
- Most Strange
- Starburst
- Ordering Into Shape, Unpredictable
- Rashomon
- Differentation
- Prospera’s World
- You are my woman of abstract
- A Leaf In Free Fall, Rotating
- Empty Dot Amongst Moving Matter
- Tom’s Clock
- Women and Men
- The Feel of Beauty
- Vacuum Fluctuations
- Birds Sing
- Starlight
- From Zero to Meaning
- In A Third Space : Science And Humanities
- Light of the Non-existent Sun
- Where is Time
- Events Jostle Inside The Black Box