CRYSTAL BALL

PERSPECTIVE:
Someone somewhere discovers that what is now so dear to him that he cannot possibly assess its true value with a rational mind. Is it a boon? Is it a monster, asleep, but nevertheless ready to be poked awake?
However, the bigger question is, whether the decision, the judgement, the choice, ever actually so black and white?
Is it justified, if at all practically possible, to deem something (or someone, for that matter) absolutely good or outrightly bad?

The following poem 'CRYSTAL BALL' explores this. As it begins, the poem branches into two absolutely opposite thought processes- one sunny, and the other dark.
The poem tries to take us back to the historic moment when the first light bulb would have been lit.
Its globular glass like structure is compared with a crystal ball, trying to associate the poem with 'the impact of an invention on the future'
Is it simply marvellous like a tiny firefly?
Is it more mysterious and wonderful than that?
On the contrary, is it a mascot of turmoil?

Simply put, the 'CRYSTAL BALL' could be called a poetic transformation of an age old debate- 'Science-A boon or a bane', trying, on one hand, to express how wonderfuly science would transform the futre and debating on the other, that the world is better off without artificial products and human intervention.

However, extrapolating the given direct example to our lives, the poem should be 'decoded' and thought about in a little more depth.
So something happened with you, or you came across someone, or something happened to someone you know. Why did it happen? Why did destiny, if you do believe in it, or chance, let something happen? Is it good, bad, or in shades of muted tones and vibrant hues? But the most important question we must ask ourselves is 'why are WE looking at something from a particular point of view?' It is then, that we can understand ourselves a lot better and know what goes inside our funny little head.

CRYSTAL BALL

A crystal ball so full of sun
A crystal ball of rain
A crystal ball of joys to come
Also of all the pain!

You see the way you look at it
The way you wish it be
A new discovery by yourself
Tell me, what do you see?

(1) CRYSTAL BALL- THE SPLENDID SPARKLE

And today you light up a little lamp
A lamp with no oil, no wick
Simply a joyous firefly?
Or a wondrous magic trick!

A little globe of glass plain
A little toy you see
But the lamp, is as divine,
Divine as the light you see

Today you see but a puzzle little
With your heart humble and small
Think more, O! Gypsey genius
You found a crystal ball

When you look as hard as you want to breathe
See, you shall, only then
A million stars sprawled across the lawns
A starlit earth, a heaven!

(2) CRYSTAL BALL- THE COLD GLASS

And today you light up a little lamp
With neither wick,  nor any oil
A fiery fragment of the flaring fire?
Or a mighty mascot of turmoil!

In the twinkle of the glazen glass
As thin as some ice too thin
you see the innocence of a lovely doe
Unaware of what sleeps within

Green glowing eyes as green as grass
of plastic and paints so "green"
Your eyes have thus become so blind
Look O! Look beyond the sheen

When you look as hard as you want to breathe
then alone shall you ever see
As flowers get traded for plastic and paint
Not alone dies the lonely bee

Your crystal ball shines falsely bright
Blue paint can't feed a fish
As lamps kill the depths of nights
the twinkling stars perish

-Mx