Point of inflection
Upon the high seas of tumult
On sails a ship, frail yet valiant
Propelled by will and guided by purpose
Though obscured by dark clouds
The tides of the sea, ever daunting
The isles of mist, ever eluding
Rocks hidden, ever revealing
The ship, still, sails on...
Ever and anon, the clouds are torn
Sun shines clearer, winds turn sweeter
The ship built anew, a phoenix reborn
It forges ahead while unrests retreat
To sail upon the seas with command
To command upon the seas with the sail
To vanquish the haunting demons
To enslave the enemy, now so frail
But Lo! The ship crashes into a berg
Hope stutters, faith falters, wind turns to gale
The clouds return with thunder and hail
While the dazed ship begins to quail
A tide, vicious, leaves the rudder aghast
A storm, wicked, tears through the sail
A bolt, infernal, breaks asunder, the mast
The ship, disillusioned, stops in its trail
Which path is right, which is Wrong,
Fleeting shadows of the same illusion all along
Which way matters, which way doesnt?
Whence thoust come, whither thoust go?
Naught achieved till now, than sweat of thy brow
Of what consequence is to brave the knave's blow
So thinking, to the inviting storm, it turns around
The journey abandoned, yet towards darkness bound.
Kedar.
4 comments:
when was this? do i guess from your poem what mind set you are in nowadays? Anyway that was awesome!
when was this? do i guess from your poem what mind set you are in nowadays? Anyway that was awesome!
This is about the "physiology of decadence"-- what exactly happens in real time when a man gives in to base temptation, especially when failure strikes him unexpectedly.
But then, you might be right as well! My initial mind-set about returning to India as a defeat, that was so cruelly suppresed to make way for an optimistic one, might have vented itself out in form of this poem.
Kedar.
i read your comment on cosmic poetry...but dude! after writing something like this one, do you still think you need to learn writing poetry? think again!
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