New Poem – age gathers…

Age gathers, colludes.

Cadences fade fitfully,

Seemingly before their time.

 

But there are echoes still,

Shapes we inherit, we inhabit, we bequeath.

 

A life however bravely spent,

Will always be jagged, incomplete,

Never far away from being enveloped in darkness.

 

Some may say,

Especially those who’ve known joy in life,

That this is not right.

 

I tell you clearly they are wrong.

 

So, just as a dancer

Might spin for you an exact pirouette

And release themselves in the perfect burst,

A lingering silhouette of energy,

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,

If only for moments…

 

And then be gone, with gladness in your heart,

Before the creeping shadows

Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

2 Comments

  1. Mahnaz mohafez

    Very good!

  2. Nivedita Yohana

    Mysore students would immensely be benefited by such a talent and virtuosity as yours.

    Writing is therapeutic and free us from our own shackles. Its a blissful journey of the intellectuals midst of the chaotic world. I loved and was indeed deeply touched by your words:

    “Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,
    If only for moments.
    And then be gone, with gladness in your heart,
    Before the creeping shadows
    Claim too much your sadness at leaving.”

    Its such a poignant moment. Probably the person should be truly enlightened to love with such detachment. Sadly we all fail and stalked by the scurrying shadows in the the dark alleys of our mind. I am reminded of Keatsian philosophy ” Capturing the fleeting moments of life and making it permanent in art”.. The emotions that dwell in the person’s mind are engraved beautifully in your poetry. We all have “creeping shadows” which do haunt us.The only consolation is that a true love leaves no shadows on the contrary the memory is filled with perennial cascade of living water. I am also reminded of an Indian poet Rabindranth Tagore, a nobel laureate saying “…Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.”

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