|1 MINUTE READ | Sometimes we can hear the night sky singing to us

On the sidewalk of a private road
our dinner table preserves
a faux european ambience
even the weather
bows to cooperate
with this subterfuge
I feel anchored
in a rapturous melancholy
and a beer glass
steadily emptied and refilled
The conversation floats
like a kaliedescope
of sentiments and opinions
accumulating into
an imagined form
of who i am
my most precious possession
created from thin air like fiat currency
to be loved or defended,
admired or understood
held by a tenuous warmth
drawn from a comforting memory
the familiar vapour trails
of my existence
Buffeted by a willingness
to both open & discard myself
When we are soaked deep enough
within a tangible dream
that we can see, smell, hear and touch
it is the inert reality beyond it
that seems mystical
That true self
which does not belong
to anybody
intimate, unconditional and universal
like the atmosphere
from which
we draw
our breath
“That true self , which does not belong to anybody….Like the atmosphere from which we draw our breath”
Your design of words are inspirational .
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It’s been a while since we shared our existence with strangers at cafe tables. You reminded us of the magic those moments bring
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An elegant, sophisticated, and poignant poem, complex and mesmerising in equal measures.
Thank you.
Joanna
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Anand,
Another beautifully written poem.
Your choice of words never seem to amaze me _____ what a vocabulary!!!!
It took me nostalgically. , back to the times when we used to strike up conversations with people ,sitting at a cafe. __ around or near our table.
Now people are so wary.
Times have changed.
Reading your poem makes the whole cafe experience so vivid.
Your writings have the amazing effect of involving the reader and drawing him/ her in the plot.
Thanks for sharing
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So beautiful Anand. How your words and your writing can have such power to transcend. Thanks for sharing it.
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Beautiful Anand. You express.some.of the most complex of thoughts effortlessly. Loved the flow.of words of this poignant poem.
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Lovely…
Classic….
Beautiful…
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Beautiful poem, Anand! This goes straight to the heart!
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Lovely.
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Beautiful. Have shared in FB
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Beautifully expressed !!! Love it!!
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What a lovely way to express !
Beautiful Anand
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“To be loved or defended, admired or understood, held by a tenuous warmth..”
So observant and insightful! And, you’ve articulated this so beautifully.
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The poem flows…..and we flow with it! The expression is such that it becomes part of the reader.
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“my most precious possession
created from thin air like fiat currency”
But, unlike a fiat currency, these precious possessions – the willingness and the ability to be both open and discard yourself’ – I hope, they don’t lose their value but become more precious over time. Well expressed and a nice visual to go with it. The visual does evoke the sentiments expressed. Fitting.
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Superb . Typical of Ananda Only .Regards KRV
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reminds us of better times, when a simple drink outdoors is a moment to be cherished
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Beautiful words….a great thought….enjoyed reading it.
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Its been a long time since i read anything on wordpress. This read was like a feast to the starved reader in me.
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Just superbAnand!
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Yes, it’s the most precious possession and intimate, unconditional and universal. Whatever we lose in life, we never lose this. Beautifully expressed dear Ananda. Thank you 🙏❤😊
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Thank you for sharing your intimate musings, about a special evening…..
Compulsory Covid-19 physical separation, desire to be in the company of friends, a bit of alcohol in the system, and the short spell of ‘snuggle’ weather will do it for those who are able to reflect internally!!”
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“…an imagined form of who I am”
I’m struck by these words. Beautiful poem.
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Beautiful words!
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Incredibly beautiful! I wonder though the inspiration for the title… The spectrum you cover through the poem traverses beyond dancing just in the night…
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Lovely. Liked very much for its smooth flow like that of sipping a nice beer. 🍺
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Really excellent crafting of words touching everyone’s lives. While perusal, we were away from our own self & got mingled with nature.
Thanks for sharing & do keep them sending. Regards
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What a beautiful poem!
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Everybody should try to identify them selves, it makes stress relief from a lot of unnecessary burdens
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An instant favourite, Ananda. I say instant, but there is a languorous quality to this, a certainty that there is much meaning to be found if one lingers on the words and spaces between them. You’ve painted such a vivid picture with so few words, I am amazed.
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Lovely; social meditation. All living is determined to make a ‘self’ of us, all nature is determined to open our eyes.
Thank you for seeing and sharing.
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“When we are soaked deep enough
within a tangible dream
that we can see, smell, hear and touch
it is the inert reality beyond it
that seems mystical….”
This is beautiful ❤️
Read and reread, what you’ve painted here is magical!!
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Wonderfully written
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♥️
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beautiful pieces Ananda!🌷
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Beautiful poem … lines just flow into the other …
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Ananda,
Your poem resonates with me. It is a fantastic creation. I would like to reflect back these lines with appreciation,
my most precious possession
created from thin air like fiat currency
That true self
which does not belong
to anybody
Thank you for sharing your voice.
Ali
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Why do we like faux European ambience ? Does that really stir up romance ? Loved your dance in the dark … sometimes we see clearer in the darkness because we are more focused on what we are looking for
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Anyone who realizes his true self is beyond blessed. An insightful and introspective poem.
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Your post made me miss experiences like this! Oh world, when will you open up again?
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Transported me into the scene completely, great read!
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This is most thoughtful and expressive. Thank you for this.
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Wow. I have to say that again….Wow. So evocative of those special evenings when the world is full and expanding and we along with it. Such a familiar atmosphere and feeling that must linger, because you took me right there. This is beautiful. Thank you!
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“On the sidewalk of a private road…” that itself charmed me! And that dinner table and starlight and the mood..
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