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The Door

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The Door

Is not merely a gap

That opens

To the outside world


Mostly it leads us to

The insides


And ushers in

Memories


Of sights that have been erased

Of moments that have disappeared

Of Dreams that are buried, and indistinct

Of times haunted with pain

Of our throes

Our heights……


The door opens us

To every moment in time……


II


The Door

Is the entry point to our privet world

For

Every fall

Lets us in to our mind

Every memory stalks us through

That lacuna………


The door thus

Is the highway to our

Inner secrets


To those moments when we were awake

And were moving

And were in dreamless sleep

And were talking

Had something

And were fighting with shadows

When we cried

Lived in disgrace

Loved, flew…….


The door brings to us

All those back.


III


The Door

Fetches us things

Than takes us to them

It acts on the insides

And not on the outsides


The Door  thus rules over the territories

Of our hearts…………..



IV


The Door

Is a moving telescope

It’s a broken mirror

A glass square which transmits-

Fragmented images


The door is us

In us

Into us

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2 Responses

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  1. beautiful and true.

    trisha

    November 13, 2009 at 4:48 pm

  2. Thank you very much

    Sam

    November 17, 2009 at 6:40 pm


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