SANAA UPPAL

SANAA UPPAL

A SILENT NOTE

Blind in the acutely dark wisdom of the cemented sea

Charcoal nature - naturalistic, wayward, free flowing like wines from the past

A pearl legend, a jam-packed hall of audience in fame

Stealing flight from the rarest of the species

Bleeding birds of hope

High ranged following the collapse

This full-bodied seductress

Secretive in lame assumptions

Crippled and hazy, uninterrupted like challenging woods in grief

Caged in the white house of pain

This rock band of waves

Battering winds on the widest paths

Thrashing weeds ,lowering the deepest of the grounds

This piece of old harmonica

This kit of paisley art

Fresh like the idea of warm blood

Stealthily it screamed a loud roar in my life

Countering everything that was broadly welcomed in the upcoming days without mind

Cutting wildest dreams

Forsaken in numberless deaths

Lost in thousand lives

Carried by not a single shoulder

As the course of the day suddenly flourished into the belongings of a martyr night

But it came...

Somehow

From somewhere

One day when I recalled

Love, the suspect and the pardoned

A silent note

Like extreme fog

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ALL I CAN REMEMBER

All I can remember is nothing

And darkness !

No peaks or ranges

But the fall

Pure fall

Ah!

A moment fully equipped and awake

I met no one but nature inside out

Following and preceding

That high !

I did nothing

But collide and generate

In the momentum and the pace

The grand destruction in the making

All I can remember is the orderly scatter

The innumerable pieces

The uncountable me

In that fall

I did not breathe

I knew not how to !

I was there out of nothing

Peculiar I was

In the fall

I found nothing but pure matter

As all emanated from me

The colors, the depth, the linear and the spiral

Everything rising as well as floating

Just a relic of the spark in the fall

All I can remember is...

It doesn't have a face

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THE FLOW

You cannot deliberate it because it is a flow having its own beginning

Uninterrupted and unintended

Indefinite

Unsettling and monotonous

Sometimes intruding and accommodating

Because it springs from where you think you can reach that stillness and touch it like rouge

You are the only one in the great flow

The endless one

Like a silent caravan

Like a gorgeous stream carrying autumn leaves

Together with the relics of strings, feathers, beads and nets

You are looking for your own reflection

A mirror that can make you whole

For another tomorrow

Flowing eternally

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SANAA UPPAL

SANAA UPPAL: Born and brought up in the golden city of Amritsar (punjab, India), Sanaa Uppal has been constantly inspiring those avid readers with her works which are known as the beautiful blend of beauty and profundity. With a philosophical bent of mind , her poetry revels the moments of sadness and bliss, of togetherness and eternity, regarding life as its spontaneous flow. However the interdependence and conflicting nature of reality and imagination, the resultant contradictions and obscurities makes it an extremely complex but potently interesting read.