Again some random thoughts
I dont know what is a poem,If it is an expression of thoughts it cant be naturally rhythmic beacuse thoughts are never be rhythmic...Rhythm comes after organising your thoughts
As I am born too lazy to organise things,
I am sharing some thoughts and after thoughts...with no rhythm added...
When we rush craziliy
to chase our dreams,
When we pant due to
the lack of air intake
There will be someone who
is praying, someone who is
shedding tears,may be so
close to us, may be so far
We often fail to halt and
hear those prayers and tears
Then they transform to those
haunting answerless questions.
Life was never about the
mad cat and mouse game
It never thrived on division
Always it spoke about union
I was running as fast as I could
Then I heard a moan,thought it
was my conscience, but it was an
old ugly lady uttering something
Though not worth a look,I looked
then from her trembling lips I could
guess the agony of real solitude
I dont know what made me help
When I paid the money for the
medicines,Her eyes was wet
I was neither moving mountains
nor having joy,Now I found a clue
When you want to see joy,feel
elated,give what you have,may
be a smile,may be a hand,or else
you also will be just another winner
As I am born too lazy to organise things,
I am sharing some thoughts and after thoughts...with no rhythm added...
When we rush craziliy
to chase our dreams,
When we pant due to
the lack of air intake
There will be someone who
is praying, someone who is
shedding tears,may be so
close to us, may be so far
We often fail to halt and
hear those prayers and tears
Then they transform to those
haunting answerless questions.
Life was never about the
mad cat and mouse game
It never thrived on division
Always it spoke about union
I was running as fast as I could
Then I heard a moan,thought it
was my conscience, but it was an
old ugly lady uttering something
Though not worth a look,I looked
then from her trembling lips I could
guess the agony of real solitude
I dont know what made me help
When I paid the money for the
medicines,Her eyes was wet
I was neither moving mountains
nor having joy,Now I found a clue
When you want to see joy,feel
elated,give what you have,may
be a smile,may be a hand,or else
you also will be just another winner
posted by neermathalam at 6:19 AM
14 Comments:
nice poem writing.
hey !
good one .. just reaffirms what i said
abt the craziness ... what i mean is u going crazy , not u being crazy.
this is what i meant :
u have ur own world ! perfect ... !
there is absolutely no reason for u to face the world and u are happy in ur world .. u get everything u want from there.
but though u mentally live in ur world , physically u live in THIS world .. and when something happens in ur real world , if u still cling on to ur imaginary world , u r in for a rude shock .. and sometimes , it may be just too much to handle
@flora...
Thank u...and did rush thru ur dating blog..willgo back again and read soemtime later.
@deepzz..
Dank u...
u r r8..yes life sometimes has given me very rude shocks..and as Arhtur Ashe put his argument when he was infected with AIDS..you should not ask Why me ? when something strikes u from as the bolt of the blue.
Until now I have sustained all the shocks which real world has given and i dont have anyone other than my 'bruce almighty' who helped me..who stood with me thu all tribulations.And he is frm my imaginary world.
I draw courage from my wonderland to live in this REAL world u r refering to.
i read ur comment on my previous post ....
and one more thing .. living in ur imaginary world is fine as long as u live for urself / ... but the moment u have to shoulder responsibilities , unless u find the people around u living in their own worlds , u'll be in a lotta trouble
tc
Dont we all have traces of multiple identity...
a way of behaviour when inside house a way outside...
a way when we are with boss altogether different way when we are with our loved ones..
until now I handled these multiple roles..in a satisfactory matter..
may be when i feel that i should change myself to shoulder more responsibilities I will...and I have to..thanks a lot 4 the concern.U also TC...:)
Beautiful lines and well spoken. true sometimes we are caught up in our daily lives and fail to look around us. A simple smile can change someones day and sometimes life.someone who felt no one cared about them sees a perfect stranger willing to help and feel that they are important in this world gives them hope.
if u had gone after the rhytm, i guess u might have conveyed much less. wise move, neer!
i cudnt help pay a little bit of extra attention to that old-lady analogy. Perhaps u were aimint at something concrete as u penned those lines, but I felt better relating to the conscience metaphor!
:)
great post. as always.
@ Starry
thank u...thanks a lot..its all about hope and little deeds of kindness..
@velu
I didnt hide any anology..in it...
may be as reader if u corelate something..well...:) I fell honored.bcse that is wat is poetry is all about.
It is about a real life incident that happened when i was going for a combined study session while at college.I still value the blessings of that old lady..and those tears which was frozen in the corner of her eyes.
Havent seen her..before or after..
May be she came to give me some good memories to cherish.
poem - a very talented guy who is lazy to write in detail shorten his veiws with a rythm or with out to letting outher to prais it so.
okie.. i have no clue on poem.. i just scribble and every time when some one say so - i laugh at myself.
ofcourse i am no eligible to define when i have no clue about it but we argumentative indian as amirta sen says loves to give our views and opinons for anything and everything right.. i want to be an indian as per his defintion. ehihieehi
@stranger
associating laziness with poems is right..me too in the same boat..
calling amartya sen to justifiy ur stand.. hee hee.. ethellam...2 -3 muchaa theriyale...;)
"I dont know what is a poem"-without know it, you actually wrote a poem...!Very sincere discourse...
There will be someone who
is praying, someone who is
shedding tears,may be so
close to us, may be so far
Very true, buddy !
@aruni
Thank u...
@jac...
Amen..wndr ful blog u hav...
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