facing the light
I have the face of
somebody else,
their words script
my looks, who I am
hides behind the sham
…
the searchlight
reduces to a torch,
to a fading candle,
to a feeble incense
stick,
it’s a dark world
overexposed, the one
inside, that which could
reinstate the strength
lies unexplored
…
I don’t know why I
named these as facing
the light, can anyone
help in understanding
the logic, it’s ridiculous,
but, wait a minute, it is
also pointless to look
for sanity when one tries
to see the sun with a
candle, or burn it with
the wand, an insane
stick, I have lost it,
I am in the dark,
I lost it
© supratik 2023
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A very interesting poem that tells of alienating, loss and despair in us humans. One can read it though on another level, , the darkness and confusion of our world of today. I like the image of the candle and the Sun, or a Wand and the Sun which tells of the impossibility to get to a truth. the sad thing is the end, the darkness, no solution which makes your poem extremely sad, is that what you want? We humans always have hope left, even a little ray that will help the soul to stay alive and may be… Read more »
Thank you, Yutka for reading and commenting as a true reader. Most of us who write forget that the reader in us is what makes a writer a writer. Coming to your query, there are three parts in the poem, or poems, of which the last one is more of a conversation with the readers. If it’s asking for help, yes and no, it’s more towards offering help; maybe I wasn’t able to pull it through well enough, what I intended to say was how the meaning of life changes once you realise that nothing is possible, there’s no hope… Read more »
I’m commenting, Supratik, having read your conversation with Yutka about your excellent poems.
We are in difficult times without a doubt. I was taught (told) that the further you drift away from the light, the more One’s hunger for it grows: The more you desire it. It is, I suppose, all about that thing I babble on about from time to time – balance.
I think your analogy of hiding behind the sham is really astute. But inside, your flame is still burning, yes?
Blessings,
Allen
Yes, of course. With all the examples on the fire element, I tried to uphold that. Thank you, Allen for your encouragement.
Who was it who said: ‘love is not love, until it is tested by its own defeat’ And we are all lovers in the world, holding our tiny lights, but all together – what a blaze! I loved the poem – as usual, nice to be reading your poems again friend.
Dodge
Yes. Thank you for the kind words.
Supratik