There was an echo in my spastic brain
To paint with words of illumination
On the glory of lonely sun
A surreal reality it was to hear
For I felt I’m inveigled
To retrieve the forgotten thoughts
Neither did I reflect on the hotness
Nor the greatness of its presence
For I’d already become a child at heart
The glitter of calm water beds
And the display of colourful clouds
Impressed me less to record
Ah! I could see my small eyes
Looking intently at the shining particles
That roamed freely in the cozy rays
How hastily I tried to capture
The warm specks into the little palms
That was less sensitive to failures
Alas! I find very hard to write
On the bubbling innocent feelings
And the shadows of beaming past
For they can't be limited with words
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6 comments:
another marvelous gem of writing, Padmaja...
These simple but energetic lines capture a deeply universal experience:
How hastily I tried to capture
The warm specks into the little palms
That was less sensitive to failures
another marvelous gem of writing, Padmaja...
These simple but energetic lines capture a deeply universal experience:
How hastily I tried to capture
The warm specks into the little palms
That was less sensitive to failures
It's absolutely thrilling to hear someone understand the sweet nothings that I enjoyed very much for hours together in my childhood. Thank you.
Padmaja, I enjoyed reading your poem. Calling the sun as 'lonely' is a far-fetched thought. I appreciate that thought.
How hastily I tried to capture
The warm specks into the little palms
That was less sensitive to failures
Wonderful lines!
Thanks a lot, Latha. For that matter, we appeared to be surrounded by many but we are always 'lonely' or 'alone'. Nice to see you back.
Your lines were so vivid, Padmaja.. :) Put me in a dream altogether.. :) Lovely, as always.. :)
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