The Space In A Space WıThıN Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

Thrusting into my hands
A little of the never ending time,
And a piece of boundless ether
Into my feet,
I am named as human.

Amidst cries and tears by kiths and my kins
Amidst funeral beatings
In the color of afternoon
Or suddenly
In the color of a morning
I am gone and my walls
Are sealed
And my coffin nailed.

Still then
I carry heavy loads of void dreams
Arresting my soul in a small
Room airless
Playing with my usual toys
Clay- made
And journeying by false’s shades.

Journeying beyond time and space
Depriving of all my identities crowned,
I am out in a space within
All beyond the edge of a grass
All beyond the blade of a flower.