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
Undone.
Bound, I am.
(Boundless, though I know
I could be.)
So weigh me down.
Lest, unfettered, I loose me.
26 July, 2011
Pic, Courtesy Google Images
Pic, Courtesy Google Images
hmmm echoing the same sentiments in
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athough yours come out that absolutely beautiful way that I so love.
Though to the stem is attached the flower,
ReplyDeleteit perhaps lets it to be more brighter
for definitely a little more longer
than if it were to detach and wither.
One of your recent bests - for the quietness, composure and more importantly the emotion with which you say it.
ReplyDeleteThere is a certain earnestness in this piece. Somewhere that touches the most.
God bless.
Forget about the poem.
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oh n the poem do i have to say
always love them :)
Much Love
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!
ReplyDeleteGovind, 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!
Shal... :) much love to you too! Lovely having you here again!
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