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There is a room inside every room.

by Ashok Sharda

There is a room inside every room
There is a room outside every room
The inside room is the outside room of the inside room
The out side room is the inside of another room
There are rooms inside the insides of the inside rooms

He goes to her room
Because the situation demands his going there
She comes out of her room
Because the situation demands this pretension too
Then she goes inside

He follows her inside the room
She is not there
There is only one door which leads outside
He has no other course then to walk out.

2.

There is a room inside every room
There is a room outside every room
There is no visible door from outside room to the inside room
There are ways from the outside room to the outside

The outside door he knocks
And hears her voiceÂ…Â…Â…Â….that she is
And she is inside
He goes inside
She is not there
He shouts at the top of his voice
Where are youÂ…Â…Â…Â…Â…I am inside the room
She laughs and says
That he is outside the room
That she is inside the room
And
The path to the inside room is from
The inside of the inside
Of the inside room
ItÂ’s a talismanic room, mystified he thinks
And taps and rapsÂ…Â…right and leftÂ…Â…on the outside wall
There was no way inside
He walks out.

3.
There is a room inside every room
There is a room outside every room
There are ways from one inside room to the other inside rooms
There are doors from one outside room to the other outside rooms

He goes inside his room
She goes inside her room
He goes inside the insides of his room
She goes inside the insides of her room

There was a path
From inside to the inside

They meet.


01/20/2002

Posted on 01/20/2002
Copyright © 2024 Ashok Sharda

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/04/03 at 03:17 AM

aha! so they had to be in the same place each within their own place to be able to meet. very clever

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 10/04/03 at 03:03 PM

ok, my honest opinion?... i think they are in the same room the whole time!!! (just kidding... LOL)... this poem is marvelous... a large smile spread across my face at the very end... excellent reading, almost like i'm in a class and the lesson is life... blessings :)

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/01/03 at 01:52 AM

I love the room metaphor, it keeps the eyes moving as well as the mind. You nestle us in the palm of your hand and leave us floating. Great work, my friend.

Posted by Rula Shin on 01/27/04 at 03:11 AM

This is breathtaking Ashok. How do we communicate on equal grounds when we are lost in this labyrinth of doors leading to nowhere? Traveling steadily from outside to outside or inside to inside; these being the paths/doors we see (leading to knowable rooms.) He "go[es] to her room” he believes “the situation demands his going there" – he seeks her out instinctively, walking through the doors he sees. He can follow her into the room she enters, but he cannot see her (though she is there.) Why? Because to get to her he must enter inside her room from the inside of his own room. He must know himself. Eventually they meet, in their rooms, inside their rooms, within their rooms together…continuing infinitely as two mirrors would reflecting against each other. In short, what Agnes said…hahaha! Loved this! :-)

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