So that it doesn't seem like this page is only about cricket I'm going to inflict some poetry on you poor souls........
On my way back from Pune I found i had too much time to kill. The journey, by train, is a day and half long and I didn't have a book for company like i usually do. Aside from a very excitable toddler bouncing about nearby, all i had for my amusement was the beauty of the Konkan rail route. (Of course, the word beauty acquires another meaning at Madgaon ; ) ) Among the countless little streams that comb the Konkan was one particularly noisy one, in the middle of which, on an outcrop of rock, stood a white bird, calm and still, ignoring the violence of the gushing stream almost arrogantly... This picture stuck and got me thinking........
The Solitary Stork
In the middle of a raging river
Like a solitary stork
Sunbathing away shivers
Upon a rock
I stand and see
In a race of no end
Peers rush past me
And there is no friend
In a hurry they seem
Do they know where they go??
"Time's runnin out!", they scream
In chorus with the flow
But I walk an untread path
And i see no fork
Yet at peace i feel inside
Like the solitary stork......
.................. Well, the white bird there was probably just an egret or something, but I'd prefer calling it a stork for convenience of poetry.... And hey, it turns out I'm allowed to do that. Poetic licence they call it. Think I'll b applying for one soon............ : )
On my way back from Pune I found i had too much time to kill. The journey, by train, is a day and half long and I didn't have a book for company like i usually do. Aside from a very excitable toddler bouncing about nearby, all i had for my amusement was the beauty of the Konkan rail route. (Of course, the word beauty acquires another meaning at Madgaon ; ) ) Among the countless little streams that comb the Konkan was one particularly noisy one, in the middle of which, on an outcrop of rock, stood a white bird, calm and still, ignoring the violence of the gushing stream almost arrogantly... This picture stuck and got me thinking........
The Solitary Stork
In the middle of a raging river
Like a solitary stork
Sunbathing away shivers
Upon a rock
I stand and see
In a race of no end
Peers rush past me
And there is no friend
In a hurry they seem
Do they know where they go??
"Time's runnin out!", they scream
In chorus with the flow
But I walk an untread path
And i see no fork
Yet at peace i feel inside
Like the solitary stork......
.................. Well, the white bird there was probably just an egret or something, but I'd prefer calling it a stork for convenience of poetry.... And hey, it turns out I'm allowed to do that. Poetic licence they call it. Think I'll b applying for one soon............ : )
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ReplyDeleteHow about me writing a poem?
ReplyDeleteDeep down, at the ocean bed
lies rocks and pebbles
most of them, i guess
float around with the water current
the pebbles feel happy
"ooh, i am racing ahead"
just like my friend pebbles
Dare, no one thinks different
But rarely, there comes
The pearl, that has the patience
To see and understand
that life is more than just running.
And we find pearls in blogspot too
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lol... i guess that was more of a paragraph than a poetry.
when you apply for the license, get me a form too... lol
Good work mate... keep them coming. Just like the "right-out-of heart" ones
I am impressed ! Poetry is a gift, so are poets !
ReplyDeleteIn life though, sometimes live out of being that Stork ;) !
Looking forward to reading more like this.
Cheers !!