Life gives few very rare moments to introspect,
And those rare moments seem to occur more often during utter chaos...
Like the elation after the first drop of rain honours the skin at the most unexpected hour,
Like the first smell of rain enliven the senses at the most fatigued second...
Among the sound of hands impatiently hammering on the miserable keyboards,
Among faces frowning with worries of the past and future,
I find the moment, so divine and so pure,
Gently slipping out of my hand but filling the heart with ecstasy...
Makes you wonder at the couple of lines that ping at your distant dreams,
Dreams sylvan, so perfect and elysian to be true,
Dying to realise those illusions hidden deep beneath the facades of practicality,
Still giving the pleasure of life rather, well dreamt!
Moments that bring tears to the tired eyes,
Moments that mock at your heart exploding with contentment...
In such a moment, Oh dear Lord, take my soul !
Thursday, July 14, 2005
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Wow, that was quite a ballad! Came here via whose blog I know not :) But glad I did. Great poem. Do check another poets blog Jake!
hey there... I'm not much of a poet or even attempting at it, sometimes my prose happens to fall in precise lines.. thats all!
glad you liked it, will check out yours.
Ciao
Never knew u were so good at writing... keep them coming....
luv,
S.
forgot to add this...
i still need a dictionary to fully grasp the meaning of your prose/poetry:-)
luv,
S.
Hey S...
Great to see your comments here,that was an encouraging feedback with some generous leg-pulling.. as always...
Alex.
long time no posts ? is ur company making u work 2 hard ? ;-D
yeah, lots of just rite things to blog and not enough time... but sure something's on its way!
That was some rare insight into moments that define existence!!!
Lovely read.
Thanks a bunch! glad you enjoyed it.
Alex.
long time no posts ....where are you!
Perfect timing! its just here...
Alex.
But to catch such a moment I struggle. Quite often miss them out. See my case:
Some one just popped out of one horizon, passed by my side,
Before I could flip the lids to look, he went into a hide.
Why this happens every time?
Me not watching, a bud will unfold in a moment sublime.
A thousand lightening flash unknown to me,
And my eyes open after a meteor burns out over the hill top tree.
Why so many signal flares of a dream will drop by
And the whole dream did not turn my way???
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