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.
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.
ReplyDeleteGreat to have read it. After getting my internet connection, this is the first poem I've read since morning.
I missed you....Thank you for such an appreciation.....
DeleteThere is nowhere higher, is there. This is deep, filled with emotion, romantic, sad and yet, ends with hope.
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely write Sreeja :)
Thank you so much....you encouraged me lot.....
DeleteVery nicely written Sreeja ... Your poems really flow well ... loved it :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you....thank you so much....
Deletefirst 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...
ReplyDeleteNothing 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....
DeleteBeautifully written, moving...
ReplyDeleteIn mud divine... 'tis what God's hands shaped us with.... The ending is lovely as well: High grandeur of stars, divine
ReplyDeleteVictory, loses no shine with time.
Oh thank you Margaret....you are so right....
DeleteAmazing poem...again colors??? Wats happening?
ReplyDeleteThank you.....can you imagine anything without color? I am much in love with colors...of all their hues on different perspectives....
DeleteI prize the pride of being rooted.well said.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.....
Delete"Victory loses no shine with time..." wonderful verses....really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThank you....
Delete'Here I dream in flowers, yellow
ReplyDeleteentwined green, white, black memories'
What a lovely motley of colours and thoughts. Superb!
Thank you so much....
Delete'rains of truth' ... I like those words. Reins of truth would have seemed harsh, hard. You chose soft, gentle.
ReplyDelete:-) Thank you....
DeleteWonderful words Sreeja.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thank you.....
DeleteLove the idea contained in "loses no shine with time". This is a very thought-provoking poem Sreeja. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Mitchell....
DeleteWow 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
ReplyDeleteOh thank you so much.....
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