Tuesday, 26 July 2011


Unbecoming of me perhaps
To prefer the chains that bind me.
Understanding that they make me stay
Not flit about, ether-like as those
Visitations within that seek expression-
Release, to wander endlessly, without

Should those chains fall away
My heart, it would then be free
And lost. Quite lost.
Winding and whirling like a kite

Bound, I am. 
(Boundless, though I know
I could be.)
So weigh me down.
Lest, unfettered, I loose me. 

26 July, 2011

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  1. hmmm echoing the same sentiments in


    athough yours come out that absolutely beautiful way that I so love.

  2. Though to the stem is attached the flower,
    it perhaps lets it to be more brighter
    for definitely a little more longer
    than if it were to detach and wither.

  3. One of your recent bests - for the quietness, composure and more importantly the emotion with which you say it.

    There is a certain earnestness in this piece. Somewhere that touches the most.

    God bless.

  4. Forget about the poem.
    Even just coming here to this blog gives me a sense of home, that comfortable feeling being with something you "know".

    oh n the poem do i have to say
    always love them :)

    Much Love

  5. Sunitha, I read. And I found that resonance. But yours was so much more complete, and I loved the story and message it held! Thank you for sharing that, and the sweet words here!

    Govind, trust you to pick up a metaphor
    And give it the fragrance of that flower
    And this write another note, to-die-for :)
    Thank you!

    Soumya :) :)The earnestness you so kindly see, Soumya, is that perhaps I'm earnestly losing my mind :D. Thank you for gracing the notion here with your lovely words!

  6. Shal... :) much love to you too! Lovely having you here again!


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