How and Why,
I really don’t know.
Well,
how, I understand.
There is all the technical jargon
and scientific bargain
to help me comprehend.
As for why,
it’s a worthless task
to even ask
without a sigh.
But the mind entertains
those mental pains
even when all that remains
are the cut off lanes.
When beautiful animation
that indulges in creation
loses command
by the touch of the hand
of its own basic brand.
If you really attend,
you’ll see that I don’t really seek to understand
the question I posed.
For who can bear to know
the secret of the show
going on behind the door
I just closed.
maybe it is so that new things should be created, words and poems like this one, beautifully crafted, which allow us to more deeply appreciate the aesthetic beauty of pain and doubt.
ReplyDeleteI wondered for long
ReplyDeleteDo I have a pair
In J-blogosphere?
Do I belong
There?
I thought it odd
For J-atheists by name
To assert their claim
To the conclusion He doesn’t exist, God
They came
We know now
How birds fly
How rays hit the eye
What and how
But why
Existence is so vast
All geniuses would drain
And every brain
Will blast
In vain
What caused the universe?
I shall not try
Be certain about He in the sky
Or worse
Deny
I never confirmed or denied
Alone in the queue
Now we are two
I’ve on my side
You