The words we say must mean
else what is language for
but meaning slips betwixt, between
Light-years from stars I've seen
call them Ursa Major, Ursa Minor
The words we say must mean
Through closed eyes the bright phosphenes
show the mind's own light and colour
but meaning slips betwixt, between
Try taking mescaline
open all perception's doors
how could words say what that means?
Consciousness, so labyrinthine
before you find the minotaur
meaning slips betwixt, between
Talk of love, words are a screen
hiding the person you adore
you say the words you mean
but meaning slips betwixt, between.
Gitanjali so eliotseque but so much sweeter.
ReplyDeleteI'm blushing. Thank you Giti
ReplyDeleteWhat a liltingly, gorgeous villanelle Gita. Words, their meaning, and conscious awareness of never really having the words mean to others as it felt to one's self - a subject of rumination of the ages so poetically performed!
ReplyDeleteThank you Anannya!
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