Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Dreaming high!?


                                                     (Pic from http://magpietales.blogspot.in/)


Deep muse, slow moves.

Rooted firmly, in mud divine
Lotus life, inspiration forever.


There is a way, it goes shooting up high
Its high up and I am in no mood
this is rooted cool cradle of mine.

Here I dream in flowers, yellow
entwined green, white, black memories
high up there is a world of identities
Its high up and I am in no mood.

Here it is wet mud, familiar vestige,
of yester  home, tinges of love gone
warmth of unassuming odd gifts,
strings of beliefs , sincere air,
that breathed life into mass, for soul.

Its high up, feel and fragrance lost,
in heights of victory, persona, grandeur
stench of  pretense, still lingering and
memories with ditched corners.

But this way it goes winding, up high
Slow, rough steps of acceptance
Rains of truths to take-in, hard.

High grandeur of stars, divine
Victory, loses no shine with time.

Vision clear, rooted firmly.




28 comments:

  1. But I was in mood for a poem like this. This was like thoughts pouring out. Click-clack, click-clack and there, it's written... a nice poem with meaning.

    Great to have read it. After getting my internet connection, this is the first poem I've read since morning.

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    1. I missed you....Thank you for such an appreciation.....

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  2. There is nowhere higher, is there. This is deep, filled with emotion, romantic, sad and yet, ends with hope.
    Another lovely write Sreeja :)

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    1. Thank you so much....you encouraged me lot.....

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  3. Very nicely written Sreeja ... Your poems really flow well ... loved it :-)

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    1. Thank you....thank you so much....

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  4. first i love the thought of being rooted in mud divine...smiles...its a messy kinda spirituality...and a return to that in hte end...nice piece...

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    1. Nothing messy Brian.....its like the Lotus, it is from mud but nothing touches its divinity and dignity, the leaves don't even get wet. This one is an example for many things in Hindu books. We can have our divinity intact from any situation.....it is up-to us. And it is the mud that gives it the nourishment.....so.....thank you so much....

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  5. Beautifully written, moving...

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  6. In mud divine... 'tis what God's hands shaped us with.... The ending is lovely as well: High grandeur of stars, divine
    Victory, loses no shine with time.

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    1. Oh thank you Margaret....you are so right....

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  7. Amazing poem...again colors??? Wats happening?

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    1. Thank you.....can you imagine anything without color? I am much in love with colors...of all their hues on different perspectives....

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  8. I prize the pride of being rooted.well said.

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  9. "Victory loses no shine with time..." wonderful verses....really enjoyed this.

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  10. 'Here I dream in flowers, yellow
    entwined green, white, black memories'
    What a lovely motley of colours and thoughts. Superb!

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  11. 'rains of truth' ... I like those words. Reins of truth would have seemed harsh, hard. You chose soft, gentle.

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  12. Wonderful words Sreeja.

    Anna :o]

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  13. Love the idea contained in "loses no shine with time". This is a very thought-provoking poem Sreeja. Loved it.

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    1. Thank you so much Mitchell....

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  14. Wow this is great work Sreeja, i agree with you, the way narrows and becomes more difficult the " higher" we go, u til it becomes like walking on a razors edge . Thanks so much

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