walking up
your curved paths,
pebbles, shells,
marbles, and
occasionally
crabs--- as if from
another
world or bygone days---
they came
between my steps
like hidden
eras of your existence;
like synopsis
of your stories
coming between
my conscious and
subconscious
beliefs;
and you gave
me pinkish white buds
and lush
green grass to walk
and wake up to
the day;
it’s winter
now,
you are
brooding in silence
and you
evoke awe in me;
your silence
and unfriendly paths
evoke some distant
truths, distant fears;
in an art
shop i buy your past colours---
till you
emerge as my friend,
waiting for
rain clouds beyond the summer---
i carry your
colours and a new canvass,
i carry them
in a plastic bag,
i regret
carrying a plastic bag
because your
reddish, barren,
silent paths
still haunt me
even inside
my room with some potted greens
and i feel
lonely and scared, of some distant
eternal
winter…
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Such a beautifully evocative piece :D
ReplyDeleteI like how you paint the urge to keep those colors as well as the fear that they are gone forever... we do that I think...
ReplyDeleteI think I am one of those who kept some shells as a reminder ~ I specially love this part:
ReplyDeletethey came between my steps
like hidden eras of your existence;
like synopsis of your stories
This is a beautiful reminder of the beauty of nature Sreeja ~
Thanks for joining in ~
I love your voice in this, and your awareness.......ominous, the thought of that distant eternal winter.
ReplyDeleteThe ending of your poem really was a strong one. I think it addressed something that we all fear....the distant eternal winter.
ReplyDeleteI love the quiet voice in this that is enjoying interacting with nature and then it turns fearful at the end, wondering if we'll end in a perpetual winter.
ReplyDeleteI adore the title you've chosen here, your sense of awareness.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully expressed and I love the way waking up runs through the poem.
ReplyDeleteInfiNiTy and
ReplyDeletemore of Nature
serves up many
hot and cold
and liGht
and Dark..
occaSioNs
oF liVing Nature..
but stiLL iN sTone..
electrons.. smaller..
oF atoms..
breathe
a dance
ani
mating..
just to be
a tiny pArt of
iT.. iS as magic
as hUman imagiNaTioN..
iN UniVerse oF uS set Free..:)
you've so beautifully captivated the fragrance of our Mother Earth and our fears if her smile will still be there...a wonderful title as well...
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