One Moment of Clarity

Voices are muzzled

Noise gets drizzled.

Sight is scattered

Darkness gets gathered.

Sensations are profuse,

But senses left confused;

And, hallucinations encroach upon

Realms of reality.

Then it befalls-

One moment of clarity.



A new reality unfolds

And guessing put on hold

Stacked layer-upon-layer

Is answer upon every problem;

One-by-one all

You can solve them.

And fall into place

All things of gravity.

You owe it all

(to) One moment of clarity.



Nothing is of permanence,

And even that of sense

Does not make sense.

Whispers turn into hiss,

Up to your eyes rise

Smokes of darkness.

And before sense, in response

Falls a veil of vanity.

All you want is to recall

(that) One moment of clarity.



Know I do not

It takes what.

To hear every voice

Where there is noise.

To see what is hidden

Beyond one’s tunnel of vision.

And to ever make sense

Of every sensation.

But, one thing I know,

And state it with brevity-

This is, may be short, but not small-

One moment of clarity.

(This poem is about those moments when we're very deeply involved in solving some problem--be it trying to understand something about the world around us, or why someone behaved the way they did, or we stand in life vis-a-vis where we always wanted to stand, and suddenly everything makes such perfect sense! We can see everything so clearly, in a perspective in which we'd never seen things before. And we draw our conclusions. We feel elevated to some new intellectual level. But then, this poem is also about how those moments are shortlived, and far in between. The clarity goes away, so does the moment, but we retain our conclusions, and the memory of such moments as if they [the moments] would always stay with us.)