He is born now
As the still night gives way
To the soft twilight
Small hands
Reach out to grab wisps of air
And render time breathless
Vibrant eyes,
Reflect the light
Of stars undiscovered
Unstable feet,
Hold the promise
Of playing in virgin soils
Of paths untrodden
His face, the destination
Of a pilgrimage of expression
His cry
The sound of inviting brooks
Whose ripples skip along the pebbles of time
As they travel to meet the rivers of tomorrow
Fragile, feeble, beautiful and whole
My ‘dream’ is born now
12 comments:
Excellent. I am slightly drunk right now, but the small hands reaching out for those wisps of air, rendered me breathless too. What an expression. Wah!
Nice to see such a roubustly sunny poem from you - compare with your 'raindrop' and 'independance day'.
I feel inspired to write a poem 'what is she going to say next'. Maybe sometime.
Aside: haasil-e-umr-e-ravaan = ?
Nice!
Esp the "small hands...breathless". Nice revelation in the end ("dream")...
beautiful
beautiful. Have just been blessed with a baby boy and therefore this has struck a chord....
you know...birth..creation...these words dont really strike a chord anymore with me...but still...your expression is beautiful;as usual.
and;i guess;the expression,the style...the elegant superficiality is all that matters;doesnt it?
or maybe i will be savage(you aint given me the right,but i snatch it;as usual) and say...way "he" in the poem?why not a "she"?
or maybe;even worse..ask...why seek for the beauty?why go on a "pilgrimmage of expression"?
you may even say that you wrote a poem...and its not your job to explain it to every tom dick and harry,...and that would be the eay way out...but i am today the savage critic...so i guess...why not ask the question?
why not go the milton way and search for the dark in the light?isnt light after all a celestial parallax?so why bother?
why travel "to meet the rivers of tomorrow"?isnt today bad enough?and will tomorrow be any better than yesterday?
you are the poet...but every poet is a philosopher.poets are supposed toknow the meaning of life.
anant: thanks :) haasil-e-umr-e-ravaa.n = all that has been obtained from the flow of life.
siyaah, phoenix, masood: glad you liked it :)
word: whew ok lemme try. why he?? i dont know. maybe I see a dream as a male like lets say happiness would be female :) just my own fundas :D
why look for beauty and travel to tomorrows; will tomorrows be better? Well there is a hope that they will. moreover there are days when there is this hope :).
Damn my morbid poems are so safe, they never get questioned :)
its not a just a matter of questioning what u write,i would wish you to know that.
nor is it just a matter of morbidity.but still...no.let it go.
regarding that question..u said u know.u would be right.
i would like ur opinion on this..
http://unformedwords.blogspot.com/2006/10/zal-watan.html
thank you.i appreciate the trouble you took;and i agree with you as regards the presentation of the last bit is concerned.i wont put up any excuses.i am to blame.perhaps it was not a properly thought out poem...but thanx.
come on word-smith !!! it was a well executed piece of work. if u make excuses for your work, most people will have to give up writing :).
Wonderful! Fanatastic!
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