Unwritten
غير مكتوب अलिखितम् 書かれざるもの
غير مكتوب
Ghayr Maktūb
書かれざるもの
Kakarezaru Mono
अलिखितम्
Alikhitam
—-
✏️
If my words are used
To tell you my views
And how this “I” can see
Beyond the mirror me,
What you read
Will unmistakably be
You and not me.
✏️
My words I write
Are not mine, in spite
Of the twiddling thumbs
Tip-tapping on this phone.
They are borrowed, as am I,
To a certain point in time
And a certain way to see,
As it forms, as you read.
✏️
Another me
Has objected that we
Seem to be
Confusing and confounding
By non-articulate writing,
But I don’t know what to say
Any time anyway.
I just offer a birdsong,
A wind’s howl,
As you scowl at what seems to be
Your idea of “me.”
✏️
Words that come out to play,
Accused of trying to say
The ultimate thing,
The ultimate way,
Can always be read as This.
✏️
But This…
✏️
This is not this.
This is just little black lines
Stacked and aligned,
Patterned and evolved
From all the tinkering ones,
Virtually placed
On a virtual page
With nothing to say.
✏️
But you will read into it anyway.
✏️
I just love the sound words make
When you read them silently,
While imagining you are “me,”
Pretending to be,
And allways being This
That words cannot write.
✏️
Silent morning,
The cadence of taps,
Lines to letters to words,
Silence unheard.
