Saturday, January 20, 2024

Kannamma, I am a space-timescope expert (Kannamma poem 5)


Kannamma, our existence is made up
of the frames of space-time.
This existence is like a
space-time movie.
Do you know this?
I have a wish.
If you know it, you may laugh at me.

During an age when our feelings sprang out,
the feelings I felt towards you
and your appearance at that time,
yes, it was early in the morning.
Still, I feel those feelings; still,
I remember your appearance.
You came walking with swaying hips.
Do you remember that?
Holding the books to your chest,
looking at the ground,
you were walking that time.
That was your style of walking.
I always wondered how you could see
the things in front of you
while walking and looking at the ground.

Your smiling face
with a pottu on your forehead,
as usual, added beauty to that morning.
As you turned at an intersection,
you turned around and looked at me.
Your appearance in that moment
has been trapped in my unconscious mind
forever.

Kannamma,
It will never get released from there.
Yes, from that life sentence.

We rewind a movie and
watch it again and again.
Do we not enjoy doing that, Kannamma?
Like that, why can't we rewind
the frames of the space-time movie?
At times, I think like this, Kannamma.

You may laugh at me
that my mind is destroyed?
Laugh at me, Kannamma,
until you get tired.
Kannamma,
this is not due to the destruction
of the mind,
but the result of
a good harvest of it.

Kannamma,
Do you know we simultaneously exist
in many places on a quantum screen?
If you know that,
you may understand
the heightened state of my mind, Kannamma.
Then you know that
I have the ability to run the space-time frames
on the space-time screen.
Kannamma, I am an expert in
operating the space-timescope.
I can rewind the frames.
I can fast-forward the frames,
the frames of space-time.
Yes, I am an expert in
operating the space-timescope.
Kannamma, I am an expert
in operating the space-timescope.


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