Wednesday, July 15, 2009

dissociative.


(c) image copyright to Meghana Naidu, 2009


thoughts Escape;
twist away
from my mind.
archived threads
(my microfilm life,)
weave around my fingers.

light unfurls;
as If
from a hidden core.
the rays burst
force to reveal
(its etched memories.)

Amidst this
i stand,
a sombre witness
to vivid apparitions;
(autoscopic reality)
which i never created.

They mock.
Refusing to stay
I walk
on (altered) Consciousness.
and take flight,
leaving It behind.



...I walk on consciousness and take flight leaving consciousness behind...


26 smoke wisps:

PULKIT said...

encounter with Apparitions is not in the hands of one's own will...
One plays
we witness
One tests
We suffer
One Loves
We hardly ever notice!

anyways...
are U a beliver of Omens?

besides the poem... I have two other questions which I am not entitled to ask but still Curious enough to know...

1 - Why is the label "my reality" being used?
2 - "You whisper your name...but I cant hear it." ... whats the relevance of this quote in the comment box?

(ans them or let it be)
:)

I came here to read the post which I loved!
tc god bless!
waiting for the next one!!

Meghana Naidu said...

@Pulkit
first of all thank you :)

interesting bit, what you wrote about apparitions although i didnt quite get what you were trying to say .

i just intend it to mean *visions* in my poem without paranormal connotations

and i dont belive in Omens, although i do belive in what we indians call "time" or "destiny"

Meghana Naidu said...

1. 'my reality' surreal lucid dreams
they're all connected in the poem arent they..
for more understanding i'd have to end up explaining the whole poem which i dont do ;)

google for 'autoscopy and 'altered consciousness' they'll make for interesting reads. :)

and also 'Dissociative'

2. those are lyrics from a favorite song 'Anathema: Make it right'
as for the context *your name doesnt matter, all i care about are the words and the thoughts*

thanks for reading! glad you loved it :)

PULKIT said...

@ Meghna - Hey deary!
thanks for the reply :D

Loved your poem and your reply too!

I came back to check it :)

thanks and god bless!

regards!
Pulkit

Zlaek said...

I walk
on (altered) Consciousness.
and take flight,
leaving It behind.

This kind of an idea to occur to someone (leave alone putting it the way you've put it) is nothing less than an impossibility. We say language can't do a lot of things... but the way you manupulate words into ideas, throwing it open to your readers...at the same time making sure he who deserves to understand is the only one who does.

I loved your first few lines. Very touching..

Meghana Naidu said...

Chinmayee
you always ALWAYS get right to the core.
I write and think of the few poeple and now you're one of them;
i've begun looking forward to reading what you have to say,
every bit of what you say is true
and the eerie part is
i constructed the whole poem around the lines you mentioned
those exact same words

thank you, your appreciation is deeply cherished.

Kavya said...

Those few words within brackets - they add a charming punch to your poem. :)

And needless to say, it's a great piece of work. Deep, cryptic and you!

unsungpsalm said...

Oh lord, this is wayyy above my level! But I'm going to read it and re-read it till I feel I understand it...


You're just too brilliant. Don't forget me when you become famous :(

slash\\ said...

The parentheses themselves are a poem in itself. Very rich words.

Meghana Naidu said...

@girl who's going to leave me: thank you :) mmm 'Cryptic' you're going to hang on to that word a lot right? i know, i feel it coming.

@boi who called me names: "read and re-read" how sweet!
"brilliant&famous" thank you :D
but wait, i also want to get back at you for calling me names..
hmmm hard to decide really
:evil grin:

@slash: that was the intent, in a way. glad you caught it ;) thank you :)
love your screen name
any guesses on my favorite guitarist? ;)

slash\\ said...

Yeah. 'That' guitarist was the inspiration. Trying to play out a teenage fantasy that's all ;)

pseudo intellectual said...

it was brilliant. few people pull off imagery with such elan.
keep writing!

Akshata said...

The thought of commentary in parentheses added to poetry is novel and brilliant. The accompanying picture is just perfect. :)

Meghana Naidu said...

@slash : teenage fantasies
its time i start thinking of some of my own
im growing old :| *sigh
*enter 17th century plaid-skirt wearing feminist-political activist*

@PI: thank you :)
i will, keep writing that is. i might end up scaring my readers away with my deluge of posts. as you'd have gathered, i talk too much ;)

@aks: thank you... actually i rather liked it myself ;)
thats my work btw, the photograph.
"solid dream" i call it.
:)

slash\\ said...

YOU are growing old? I was a teenager a decade and a half ago. What does that make me?
*Exit 21st century jeans-clad greying quasi-rebel wannabe rocker*

Meghana Naidu said...

oh, i am 22.and rapidly growing older. and i hate it,
i dont hate 23 though, 23 is young.
everybody here knows it, but you're new, you'll learn ;)

R.I.P *freewheeling \m/ dude*
we will miss you.

entry who then?

slash\\ said...

*Enter potbellied world-weary still-jeans-clad still-wannabe rocker father*

V said...

interesting work. are you talking about altered states of consciousness, wherein one can have an out of body experience (OBE)? also, since you leave your consciousness behind, what will you be? Whatever be the state of dissociation, self is contained within itself. But as i see it, this flight on the wings of altered consciousness could also mean embracing death,or a whole new self, creating your own universe. your poem is very wide in scope. well done!

Meghana Naidu said...

V
thank you! not just for the appreciation but for the
your questions thrill me with their intuitiveness!
words are twisted and meanings can become obscure in poetry; a risk that i love to take of course
but it still delights me when i see another asking the same questions that I did.

the altered state does refer to OBE(autoscopy)albeit without the paranormal connotations

your last few lines hold the answer within themselves.

death-whole new self-own universe
would all of those sound too evasive? ;)
im torn between being tempted to dissect the poem for you and wanting to keep its essence intact!
sometime maybe ;)

Meghana Naidu said...

@V- Vishal
i just realised that this was you after reading the FB post!
glad to see you back here ;)

V said...

sure! and i think maintaining a poem's integrity is better than needlessly over-analyzing its form and meaning. expecting more in the future!

Piper .. said...

Brilliant!!!
"Amidst this
i stand,
a sombre witness
to vivid apparitions;
(autoscopic reality)
which i never created."

The best lines... excellent! I dunno how else to express what I`m feeling :):)

Meghana Naidu said...

@Vishal: ;) more in the future,
mmm... ever since those dreaded "to be continued" :|

@piper: thank you! im glad it touched you so :)

kanishk said...

This kind of an idea to occur to someone (leave alone putting it the way you've put it) is nothing less than an impossibility. We say language can't do a lot of things
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workhard said...

light unfurls;
as If
from a hidden core.
the rays burst
force to reveal
(its etched memories.)


My fav lines.. they are so graphical u can almost see it..Good work

Keep writing..


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Meghana Naidu said...

@workhard:
thank you
and glad to see you here and reading
:)

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