There is something between yin and yang;
there is something behind that cross;
there is something between coloured and blind;
there is something inside that garden of moss.
No wonder what lies when an advice ends;
no wonder what lies before a harangue;
no wonder what gets stuck in the middle
when the sea decides to marry the sand.
Constantly looking for tinges of grey and teal
becomes a de rigueur in itself,
as one goes on and on
to lay their visionless eyes upon
the enlarged ear of the elf.
As little details seem not so little,
little insights seem not so small,
knowing the fact that after all,
even bits and pieces of glass and stone
are esteemed to unite,
becoming a graceful and glorious chandelier hall.
However, to look at the minuscules,
to look at the finest scar,
to look at the dots forming the circle
calls for real power.
A real power to see everything inside out,
a real power to have more than just shiny eyes
a real power to read minds,
a real power to see the gloomy clouds
behind sweet, sarcastic skies.
So, there is an end to this duality;
there is another version of reality;
there is a world between black and white;
there is a world where right and wrong
are not the end results of
every argument and every fight.
By -
Abhisha Gulati
First Year
BA (H) Psychology
[Edited by Harshita Khaund and Shreya Jathavedan
Art Curated by Uma Sathwika and Shreya Jathavedan]
Kommentare