(If geometry is the science of
space spread on a two dimensional surface)
They tell me
even a spot in space does not mean anything
all by itself; things have relative meaning
like the curvature of the earth
against the vastness of space
the flight of a wayward comet
the tilt of the sun’s centre
the bend in the mighty river
as it drops over the high cliffs;
all things and lives are relative.
And so is love, truth and pain
simple enough under such plain
logic of geometry—relative to the surface
of a small planet ; like water
shimmering in the desert distance,
flat and plain, blue and green;
like the first rain drop as it is formed
finding its spinning way downward.
I share my knowledge of things
with people who deal in relative truths.
And I am happy with this geometry
of the self spread on a flat surface,—
except for an occasional crush or crumble.
Then I simply drop my geometry
and play politics like men in power.
Contributor:
S. MURALI. Teaches in the Department of English, Univerisity Coillege, Thiruvanathapuram. His Ph.D is on Sri Aurobindo. The author of The Mantra of Vision: An Overview of Sri Aurobindo’s Poetry and a collection of essays on society, culture and life. S. Murali is a noted painter and his works have gone on display at several exhibitions ion India and abroad.
