Window

Across the glass, in ways evoking a splashing stream,
A purpose of motion foremost, a spatter of perpetual sunset.
Erased only to appear again, flourishes - each different,
Each aspiring to the perfect illusion of a natural occurring,
A clockwork succession of success and failure - co habiting the vessel of man.

An endless search for purpose - a peculiar concept for the empty and pitiful,
A plea for significance to the inanimate things of conscience,
A plea granted in peace at the edge of a blade -
Continuous and repetitive, not expecting difference, but looking for it, 
Only to find a reflection peering from behind the blood.

Reviews

[Dipanjan Dutta]

The world is distorted. It's full of contradiction. It sacrifices lives, make people homeless to bring in peace and so, 'a plea granted in peace at the edge of a blade' is so true. Your last line brings a shiver down the spine. Oh it's saddening, haunting but true and brave. It is hope that dies each moment to rise again "...For an endless search of purpose..."

Beautiful writing Suhas. Way to go

-Dipanjan

[Solar]

'a spatter of perpetual sunset' segues the nihilism into the 'reflection peering from behind the blood' -

[Suhas Gotla]

The premise of this poem was an image I had during a momentary bout of absolute unreasonable anger. I like to write in a way that presents riddles and leaves fragments of the answer throughout. I wondered if the poem was too cryptic to reflect it's origin, I'm glad you caught it.
Thanks for taking your time to leave a comment.

[. serah .]

-- somewhere beyond the haze of complexity and the maze of details... life basks in simplicity... i hope to find that life and that simplicity... and this poem, though sad in parts, reminds me of that hope...