"Here is a poem I (Krishna Mohan) wrote called Eyes"

A poem by Krishna Mohan
Copyright: Krishna Mohan

What is a mind to do when it witnesses
A mind altering vision of beauty
I never saw the cliff's sheer drop
And the unexpected bridge of wonder
That began to materialize under my feet
Speechless I was not but needed to
Control the emotions and their linguistic
Expressions that were threatening to break
The banks of mundane human existence.

No! There was no mistaking her eyes,
A wonderful creation of the primordial
Energy that created this very universe.
Why then did I feel I shall find
Answers to questions on Soul and God,
Manifesting as the Atman and Paramatma,
Within the stirring depths of her eyes?
Drawn in despite my human efforts to deny
Their mystical power, what can my words do?

Her eyes, have created a fountain of words
And expressions that began to thunder across
My limited space called my brain.
Is it that I found my Muse, an unknown
Spirit hitherto unseen to my eyes?
Who is She? A manifestation, an apparition
Known only to my incoherent musings?
It is not as if I have not seen attractive
Women prior to her! I have and been moved by them.
What is it then? Where has the Vesuvius of
My expressions been hiding all these years?

I go back and reread the words already keyed in,
As if, within these words somehow lies an answer
I missed - my own expression somehow overwhelmed
By the indescribable, immeasurable, and mysterious
Eyes. I can neither forget nor obsess about
Those pair of eyes, perfectly imperfect as set
On her visage. I may never find the answers
To the questions raised here or above. Nevertheless
Why have I transcended the planes of physicality?
This is a metaphysical journey that She has no
Clue her eyes have enabled me to undertake.

Oh! Lord! When did these spectrum of emotions
Begin? I do not see an end to them as I have
Become unbounded by my physical dimensions.
Time that I did not control is now standing still.
This is not merely a moment as I can see myself
At birth, as a kid, as a young man, now & here,
Even older, at the gates of Death to continue
My journey, my evolution with and without form.
There is no answer I need to find at the end
Of this journey as I travel in the white waters
Of her Eyes, my Mobius strip of mysteries.

These words written in abject self-awareness
Previously unexplored by my limitless Soul
Are a thunderous reminder, illuminated by
A lightning flash of insight that there
Is no room for definitions, frameworks,
Paradigms Or philosophies defined by the constrained
Human condition. Infinite possibilities traversing
Infinite dimensions before the creation of many,
Before the creation of the One who contemplates,
When the Before is Now is After is Before is Now.
By Krishna Mohan
Copyright: Krishna Mohan
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Aug 22 2014


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