Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
-Amy Lowell
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
-Amy Lowell
Gifted with wings of butter and gold,
Out he came from his silky mold.
Enjoying the breeze and the morning sun,
Fluttering his wings , the journey had begun.
No more a life than a phase of the moon,
But such a sorrow in his flight is not borne.
A small gust of wind does make him sway,
But he does cheerfully make back his way.
He settled onto a bed of flowers,
Embracing 'em as though lovers.
He moved on from one to another,
Sucking honey as a baby from the bosom of his mother.
He lingered around each of them long,
Dancing to a perfectly crafted song,
And etching every moment in his memories,
Moments forever treasured and savory.
Alas! Now it is time for me to go,
To attend to my morning chores.
His life - a lesson for me and all ,
To be happy in spite of any fall.
I still watched him mused ,fading from my view,
Over the yellow,flower laden hills .
Each flower an experience, he will move on ,
Till time wouldn't stop- to wait for him anymore.
--Rahul Nair
12-MAY-2008
Disclaimer : Image has been obtained from the web and I do not claim any ownership for it.
Enjoying the breeze and the morning sun,
Fluttering his wings , the journey had begun.
No more a life than a phase of the moon,
But such a sorrow in his flight is not borne.
A small gust of wind does make him sway,
But he does cheerfully make back his way.
He settled onto a bed of flowers,
Embracing 'em as though lovers.
He moved on from one to another,
Sucking honey as a baby from the bosom of his mother.
He lingered around each of them long,
Dancing to a perfectly crafted song,
And etching every moment in his memories,
Moments forever treasured and savory.
Alas! Now it is time for me to go,
To attend to my morning chores.
His life - a lesson for me and all ,
To be happy in spite of any fall.
I still watched him mused ,fading from my view,
Over the yellow,flower laden hills .
Each flower an experience, he will move on ,
Till time wouldn't stop- to wait for him anymore.
--Rahul Nair
12-MAY-2008
Disclaimer : Image has been obtained from the web and I do not claim any ownership for it.
A perfect poem dude... Even though you have used simple words, you have made it look very professional.
ReplyDeleteIt is very easy for illiterates like us to understand it.
Although it is good, may be you can try something different - like say the reader should be guessing what the poem is all about till he comes to the last paragraph/line - unlike where I got go know here that it is about a butterfly. Or may be you can give a twist in the end...
Kalip machu.. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely Poem. Good Writing. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! Nice use of words.
ReplyDeleteAs Srivatsa said: "very easy for illiterates like us understand it" :)
But I felt the ending part didn't give that PUNCH as the rest of the poem did, I think you could have modified it a li'l bit.
Thanks guys for commenting even though it is a headache to comment.
ReplyDelete@Vasta: Thanx man. I wanted to keep it as simple as possible. Plain writing , nothing out of the ordinary...
@Jobsy: thanx macha
@micky: thank you for reading the poem and for such a lovely comment.
@Kaltari:I didnt want the punch, man.
Thanks for reading through and and more for posting your valuable comment.
Wonder I do,what would happen next,
ReplyDeleteWould he continue his journey unswathed?
Till he reaches the zenith of his time in this place,
Each flower a memory to replace.
Boy am i jealous of it's ways,
Of the missing wrinkles on its hide,
And the wonderful rejoice in it's stride,
Such lovely poems you do write,
Lifts up my spirits oh so bright!
Brings back memories of those good ol' days,
All those years of brimful plays,
Keep writing such lovely poems ma friend,
Coz help they do, broken spirits to mend...
@chandan: wow man.. your words are a thousand times better than mine... thank you
ReplyDeleteHmmm... finally reading ur poem da... good one... butterfly is lucky that u r writing a poem on it... :P Continue writing on other animals and birds and even on aliens..!!!! :P
ReplyDelete@manja: t5hx for dropping by, as for writing about aliens i leave that to you. Write about your Alien love man...
ReplyDeletehey rahul, awesome poem...
ReplyDeletethen kudos to chandan for that comment
Eda machu...ne puli aanallo!!! Keep writing such beautiful poems...
ReplyDelete@ thanks eli... But you have to give me permission to view your blog.. :`(
ReplyDelete@@Bhilai : Ezhuthaamm... Pakshe nee vayikkanam... its my resolution to kill people using poems..
:)
oh, poetry
ReplyDeleteyou don't do much of this these days do you?
nice lines.
it is amazing isn't it, how we can write diametrically opposite things on the same subject?
@Sailor : Yup, i don write poems much nowadays.. I dont get good enough expressions to convert to poems..
ReplyDeleteYa !!! u wrote about death i wrote about life and happiness.. Its really amazing.