Drops of rain fall on my window-sill, pin pricks of cold stab my face in sweet jolts,
How different our worlds seem, the Inside and the Outside,
Both serve their own purpose.
The Inside protects, it keeps me dry,
And yet... inside does it keep also
Hopes and dreams, trapped, fettered by the cold harsh realities of life.
The Outside is my dreamscape,a world of shifting shadows, shimmering
Under a curtain of liquid glass, the better to distort
My sight into panes of dark and luminosity
Like a kaleidoscope.
I think of the steps I could take
To walk out that door, every movement
Accompanied by drum beats from heaven.
Already the fanfare fades,The Outside seems.. less noisy, more circumspect
"Enough" it seems to say,To deluge the world, is the job for another day.
The Inside beckons... enough, it says, of cold air
Tinged with the tears of gods, it is the time
Of enclosure, of protection, of the need
to take baby steps, to consolidate at every turn
To give up.
The Outside and the Inside... have collided at last.
2 comments:
I loved the poetry.. But that's also because I interpreted it my own way.. Tell me if it's close to what you were trying to say -
You talk of a world inside that is full of hopes and dreams but it is also a world that lives in fear.. Does not come out.. Protected in a way.
The outside world is your dreamscape. The one place where the dreams that are hidden inside can really come alive. You decide to leave the inside and step out.. To face the world.. No more hiding! It's time to be smart, to take a step at a time. To accept the realities of life, find peace in them, accept them and make it your only world - the one where you'll thrive and fight and grow and Live!
Hmm... Interesting interpretation.
Would it surprise you if I said that 70% of my thought behind the poem was purely about how it felt like to be inside a room while its raining outside :-)?
Also, for me, the Inside and the Outside are two sides within me. Maybe I went a little overboard in describing the Inside... it might be restrictive, but by its nature, its my cautious, contemplative side. And I like that a lot, because it is the side that searches for the meaning behind all the things to see in this world.
And I don't know if you noticed, but the ending of the poem pretty much states that in the battle between my cautious and my adventurous side... no one is winning. A stalemate :-).
Thanks for your comment!!!
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