Upon this familiar path I set afoot
The caressing grass I have trodden before
Its sinuous windings as I saw them last
Beckon my footsteps to explore
I know the little leaves that wave me by
The pebbles that crumble under my feet
The breeze that whispers into my ear
Foreboding the destiny that I am to meet
Anticipation throbs through my being
My footsteps hastens every moment
Alas! Visions of the past cloud my thoughts
And rain emotions without relent
Why did the leaves smile as they do?
Does the harbinger wind prevaricate?
Are the celestial beings conspiring too,
To make this path my only fate?
Wisps of forgotten smoke filled the air
An odour of irreversible abhorrence
The burnt bridge now a lonely decrepit
Recites its story in a chilling silence
Of a path once green with ebullient spring
Wafting with love and tenderness
Lives floating through the dreamy clouds
Treading towards a bridge of promise
Alas! A bridge of deception t’was
Feeding on my guileless faith
But a mirage lasts not the storm of reality
Crushing every memory in its wake.
But this path that now enchants my mind
Promises bridges that need to be built
Will the ominous clouds of the past disperse
Before the flower of hope begins to wilt?
Kirthi Radhakrishnan
9 comments:
Amazing!! .. Your poem cut me deep.Please keep up the good work.I am trying to read the rest of your work on blogs. Ever thought about publishing ?
pretty exquisite ...... the dilemma between fate and choice (illusion of choice) is brought out very well ....
keep it up :)
aahem..so you wrote this because??
:)
Very well written.
Form's great....wondering about the function...Is your past so sad, lonely and decrepit...
And you are feeling it again?
Or are you sensing doom in the future?
Are is it that you whole life is sad?
PRASHANTH WAS HERE
Che. I need to think of some better graffiti. How's this?
THE FLOWER OF HOPE NEVER WILTS
AP,
Thanks for the encouragement. I haven't published any of these yet.
Ganesh,
Thanks! And welcome to the world of blogging.
Vc,
Will tell ya sometime :)
Srikara,
Well, if you read the poem carefully it is not about decrepitude: sometimes you walk on a road and think Ah! Haven't I seen this somewhere, hasn't this happened before. But then you look carefully its actually a new experience. That is deja vu and in life too you go through the same path again twice and think why am I here again? Is there any meaning to this? Then you realise a lot of things:
a) it could be that you are being tested : did you learn lessons from your past?
b) it could be a totally new path but just looks similar to something you've seen before and your approach to that new problem is being tested.
Then again some things are just pre-ordained: ie they are meant to happen even against the odds and there is really one thing that keeps you going: hope.
"Foreboding the destiny that I am to meet"
I ask you to check the meaning of foreboding...and I wonder at your anticipation to it....
"Wisps of forgotten smoke filled the air An odour of irreversible abhorrence"
Abhorrence...what does that word connote?
"Of a path once green with ebullient spring"
Doesn't this mean the path is no more green?
"Will the ominous clouds of the past disperse"
Ominous huh?
Careful reading.
You are using dark wordw to describe your future and past...and you mean to say they are happy thoughts?
Dark reflections is apt....
I will read it once again. I need to understand it :(
wot i meant by 'Us' is that we are the middle class and upper middle class who have been consistently cynical and never shown any kinda activism. I know i have felt so bad personally so calling other's elite would be wrong.
Media is worst, cause we still dont know the tragedies in Cama hospital and VT station in that detail. no comparison but VT station is as great a landmark as hotel Taj.
It is collective responsibility we all need to take up against these vultures.
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