' relic '
not even an iota
i am
of the earth
my whim is a mountain
splattered by the rain
slashed by a waterfall
grazed by the moaning winds
pierced by the grass
creation and corrosion
elude each other
the scree and the debris
allude to me
a jot and a tittle
pebble on the foothill
i'm the reliquary
of a sacred thought
that is life ..
/ original / zg
[ Ref:
Jot or tittle
A tiny amount.
Origin
The phrase 'jot or tittle' is somewhat tautological, as both jot and tittle refer to tiny quantities. It has passed into English via William Tindale's translation of the New Testament in 1526. It appears there in Matthew 5:18:
A jot is the name of the least letter of an alphabet or the smallest part of a piece of writing. It is the Anglicized version of the Greek iota - the smallest letter of the Greek alphabet, which corresponds to the Roman 'i'. This, in turn, was derived from the Hebrew word jod, or yodr, which is the the smallest letter of the square Hebrew alphabet. Apart from its specialist typographical meaning, we still use the word jot more generally to mean 'a tiny amount'. Hence, when we have a brief note to make, we 'jot it down'. ]
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
conquer .osi
' one '
surrender , to the rain
filling thirsty rivers ,
to the spark of a firefly
enlivening the night ,
a canorous bird call
alive in a symphony ,
imagine
a raven saying hello
dream
of a wild rose laughing
feel
the heat of a forest fire
embrace
a starry moment
from the timeless galaxies
that need to conquer nothing
nobody
but simply belong to me
as i belong to them ..
/ original / zg
surrender , to the rain
filling thirsty rivers ,
to the spark of a firefly
enlivening the night ,
a canorous bird call
alive in a symphony ,
imagine
a raven saying hello
dream
of a wild rose laughing
feel
the heat of a forest fire
embrace
a starry moment
from the timeless galaxies
that need to conquer nothing
nobody
but simply belong to me
as i belong to them ..
/ original / zg
Thursday, October 15, 2009
postman
postman
a paper plane
chasing
butterflies
finds a boy
unfolds
a message
no from no to
what if
love be
an accident
courtesy
serendipity
a drunken postman ..
/ original / z.g.
[ not happy with my original post > Here /
edited the same to find that it sounded like a bad joke made worse
then rehashed it into something school - boyish ..]
Ref : Sr No.19 / gotcha babble - linked > / >Here /
( :- the donts of poetry )
a paper plane
chasing
butterflies
finds a boy
unfolds
a message
no from no to
what if
love be
an accident
courtesy
serendipity
a drunken postman ..
/ original / z.g.
[ not happy with my original post > Here /
edited the same to find that it sounded like a bad joke made worse
then rehashed it into something school - boyish ..]
Ref : Sr No.19 / gotcha babble - linked > / >Here /
( :- the donts of poetry )
Monday, October 12, 2009
talisman.osi
faith
wanting a talisman
but finding a leaf
still dancing in the breeze
a dead leaf swirling in the whirlwind
its miracle of life ended
consecrated by the sunrays
that moment of green
was an anonymous breath
inside somebody's chest
letting live
wanting a talisman
but finding a leaf ..
/ original / z.g.
wanting a talisman
but finding a leaf
still dancing in the breeze
a dead leaf swirling in the whirlwind
its miracle of life ended
consecrated by the sunrays
that moment of green
was an anonymous breath
inside somebody's chest
letting live
wanting a talisman
but finding a leaf ..
/ original / z.g.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
descent.osi
seesaw
clad in a white haze of transience
watch the glorious niagara
falling simply to rise again
water descends but clouds ascend
fragrant agonies burn inside
the petals shrouded in the mist
a tear from heaven is the dew
water descends but clouds ascend
what pearls of sorrow in those eyes
to reach them i just want to sink
like a river into the sea
water descends but clouds ascend ..
/ original / z.g.
clad in a white haze of transience
watch the glorious niagara
falling simply to rise again
water descends but clouds ascend
fragrant agonies burn inside
the petals shrouded in the mist
a tear from heaven is the dew
water descends but clouds ascend
what pearls of sorrow in those eyes
to reach them i just want to sink
like a river into the sea
water descends but clouds ascend ..
/ original / z.g.
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