OPPOSITES

 

 

 

Vanity is such a hindrance
stopping me from breathing easy.
Like a vine entwining my being
feeding on my energy,
it thrives on applause,
puts out tendrils and blooms.
It sickens at the slightest chill
infecting my cells with unease.
 

I pray for humility.
not mock humility,
not mere pretension,
but a connection, a flowing
from the Self - the sum
of what we receive
from the earth, from our kin
from the visible and the invisible.

 Arunima CHOUDHURY 

A CHINESE BOX POEM

 

 

 

 In the well
there’s water, black and still.
At the bottom
 a carpet of oozy muck.
Therein 
insects blind and dumb.
Underneath,
round cobbles, strong and firm,
In the centre
A trapdoor with an iron ring
Below it
a passage slick and dark.
At its end,
a river flowing freely by . 

 

Arunima Choudhury