A book.
A book of disjoint short chapters arranged in chronological order. But stll disjoint.
Just as a book is read, one by one the pages are turned almost unknown to wat the next page holds. One by one the chapters end, a new chapter opens. And the previous chapter vanishes in a blur... unknown to us, we dont even doubt tht it was once so much a part of us. But sometimes the old chapters are very precious to us... we treasure them, lock them up in shelves so tht we can read them again. And they remain there... silent, untouched, undisturbed for so long that the pages turn to dust... layers of dust accumulate... and even wind dares not disturb them, lest it wakes them up from their eternal sleep... somewhere on those pages, it is written tacitly RIP... and we never touch them or visit them not even to put flowers... our treaured pages, chapters locked up safely in shelves of closed rooms. Rooms that are curtained thickly to drive away the bright sunlight. Then from those dusts of forgotten chapters thick white fume rise... clouds of fumes that slowly envelope the closed room... fumes that come out from the pages that burn slowly without a flame. And amidst those thick cloud we suffocate.
But thts just one part of it. It is not always like this. Sometimes the windows are let open. The fumes move away, mingle in the fresh air, get diluted and is soon forgotten just like the pages from where they rose.
And life... goes on... one thing after another... a book... a river. And in its course, bubbles form, bubbles - soft, delicate... vulnerable to even a slightest touch that causes it to burst and disappear leaving no trails behind, no footmarks to be washed by the river.
But its beautiful. The book as we read its pages. The present. Even the forgotten past and the anticipative future... all blended into one... the colour of white... tranquility.
And the river... the flowing river....
I see the inundation sweet,And life sings....
I hear the spending of the steam
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power and dream.
For men may come and men may go
But I go on forever
10 comments:
Hi Anki !!!!!
A beautiful thought.. reminds me of your nice (and now detectable to me :D ) signature style of writing poems.. on simple feelings.. which we all happen to have (atleast I can relate to it to much extent)... so fluently .. in terms of words and the thoughts that are generated...
Wonderful analogies..."book" and "river".. just that one needs to have a slight patience and will to delve deep into his/her own thoughts.. his/her LIFE... and tht one recognises how true.. how realistically felt by you dear Anki and admirably narrated.. infact the somewhat abstract flow makes it all the more readable (yes its sincere compliment) and appreciable....
Culminating in a positive tone.. refreshing and encouraging .. (I have iterated it sooo many times.. but cant help stating the truth if its visible all again so obviously)
Go on...
Your words are a treat for those who love to think in silence... after all this is also included in Your "Silence" :-)
tc
bbye
Hi Anki....once again u have drawn nice analogies and brought up the impeccable correlation & semblances to the surface , seems u r too skilled in this.Well these r somethings which r though obvious & understood by evryone in the background...but the one who can put these abracts into words is no less than a perfectionist!!Good bye...tc
the imagery in your writing is appreciable and often really enjoyable !!
and somehow all your abstract compositions remind me of those nice poems back in school days ..
guess i owe you a 'thank you' for rejuvenating my dormant poetic strain every now and then :)
Quite abstract, and yet not understandable.........
looks like Anki is a philosopher too!!!
that was "yet not un-understandable"!!!!! a typo in the previous comment!!!
Hmm...great imagery. Nice blend of prose with poetry. But considering your obvious talent, I would advice you to refrain from using ellipsis every two lines. It will lend enormous class to your work.
Thnks everybody for dropping in and all the appreciations :-)
Very aptly put. But sometimes, these forgotten chapters and the fumes raised by them, can be harsh and hateful too.
Came from ur namesake's blog. Do try to visit mine. Hope u like it as well :-)
Beautifully written.You have put some of the most abstract thoughts to words really well.One should always try to learn from your past,but never regret it.Life is not always a bed of roses,but the tough days are just one of Gods many ways to make us strong.
Went through ur blog,pretty well done.
hi anki , read this piece of yours and was amazed to realise how similar can two people's thoughts be , who hav never met and hav never known each other . I remember vividly that in my younger days i believed in the same analogy of life and a book , and in similar ways returning to the cherished pages of the books ...... occasionally ! Now i hav lost many of my thoughts ... thoughts in which i discovered life . Infact there are just a few feelings i recognise now , feelings of anger , frustration , pain ...... I can easily say , its not me , its the world ...... but i m a part of the world, so thr's no escaping.......
well i wud hope to rediscover some of my thoughts in your writings maybe :). gudluck in all ur endevours .
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