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English Poetry |
I would love to walk barefoot from spring to autumn
through silver anniversaries and platinum,
For my life is the crystal flowing river singing my songs
full of poesies , rhythms , pains and moans .
Time is the infinitesimal Poetry,
Where Sunshine brings songs of mortality ,
and sunset stirs barren and dark dreams,
while death portends the end of all schemes .
Forgotten memories rap on the closed doors,
And long shadows stalk in the corridors.
Mystic Faith crouches on the sidewalks
Awaiting dawn by the fountains where Art talks.
Like the discarded and ancients historical coins
found cast in the excavations of the rambling ruins .
Give ear unto my song and hear
the outrageous pain of soul filled years
Turn into stirring symbolic strings
to tune the reeds with myriad holes
O ! listen to the music of the flutes,
Behold ! the heartbeats playing softly,
Delicately, in subtle playful melodies.
Give ear unto my song and hear,
the overwhelming joy of soul- filled years!!.
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Very complicated poem.
Plenty of imagery to ponder upon.
‘live’ should be’life’ perhaps.
Striking phrases/lines –
“mystic faith crouches…”
“Art talks like…discarded historical coins…”
“heartfelt beats playing softly…”
And the grand finale –
“Overwhelming joy of soul-filled years.”
Great composition.
Kusum
@Kusum Gokarn,
Kusum,
It is about the complexity of life where time does not stop and life moves leaving memories that turn into our songs.We see them only when the trap door opens due to some triggers.
sarala.
A poem of lovely muse & feelings depiction
Full empathy with the feelings in the poem
Heart is full of applause & admiration
Kudos
@Vishvnand,
Sir,
Thank You . It has a philosophical tone of time moving on .
sarala
Sarala,
loved reading and re-reading this poem.
Good imagery.
“Forgotten memories rap on the closed doors,
And long shadows stalk in the corridors.” – liked these lines especially.
Fergus
@Gion Gion,
Hi Fergus,
Thank you for the appreciation . When one questions the life and its strange ways , such an answer comes around to remind us that all of life is both joy and sadness….all are just notes in the rhyme of life .
sarala
“O ! listen to the music of the flutes,
Behold ! the heartbeats playing softly,
Delicately, in subtle playful melodies.”
Beautiful play of words, Sarala.
@medhini,
Hi Medhini,
Thank-you. Just trying to extend the metaphor that all of life is dancing to the flute notes of Krishna .
sarala
Wow, loved reading it again and again! Beautiful imagery. Each line striking.
Loved the line ” the overwhelming joy of soul- filled years!!. ”
.
@parminder,
Hullo Parminder ,
Thank you, Joy in life comes from being overwhelmed in your soul .
sarala