Yes, Einstein’s disciples will tell you that the Whole is flat — 2-dimentional–
Sharper than the whack you get for saying today
that the world is none other than round. Who
should dare say the opposite, right?
Just as poisonous were the preacher’s words
when he told you, nay insisted, the world is flat.
He who stood neither East nor West.
Flat as the iPad I am writing to you [digital world] with
Who is to say that his words were not once a truth,
like the sharp sound of the bell, yet rounded from a distance.
Yes, the earth is round, and the stars don’t twinkle anymore
since modern science has demythified what wonder there might have been
to think of a world that was not round. I mean, either way
it’s a wonder.
Oh, and the wonder of it all we choose to look away.
Being in motion billions of years, our galaxy’s age-old planets are round…
or else ‘almost’, they will say, but for the earth’s ‘axis’.
Like the lens, the eye?
That which sees only one truth, and barely.
Merciless as is the camera-obscura that catches you red-handed
in the ghettos of our one-track minds.
Rocks, you may say, are rough,
Jagged and merciless
When trodden on: ‘careful! tread carefully!’ will say the rock’s sharpness
in our minds.
‘Who dares walk barefoot.’
Just as hard rock will round, with time roll in a seamingly ceaseless river,
or at the call of the tides, roll
Ever so slightly yet with a set course: to round off the edges.
to blur, to manipulate, like thoughts and words.
To a distant ear, it is a gentle rolling, swaying, drifting
and turning, without fail,
Until we don’t pay it any attention.
We too never stay put.
We too shape the world with today’s thought wave.
Time: Relative! Do we hear the questions, our conscience?
How much longer we will round off numbers to fit them into our small
minds, into ‘perspective’ of
our small dreams and short-terms goals.
Though there is, undeniably, beauty
in a rounded stone and pebble, but that too
will turn–and turn it will–
to sand. And a grain of sand is not round, is it.
Do you still see the beauty in the roughness of the rock?
In the roughness of the rhyme?