she is still there
staring into the
wide navy blanket,
with diamond stones strewn all over,
she sits there with widened eyes
moist with pearly tears,
lips dry and speechless she is,
staring into nothing,
that rules everything underneath
with diamond stones strewn all over,
she sits there with widened eyes
moist with pearly tears,
lips dry and speechless she is,
staring into nothing,
that rules everything underneath
she slowly walks
out
into the sandy shores,
she rattles the waves with her tremendous arms,
but straightens herself on seeing the silvery bliss,
the silvery bliss pouring out
from the huge hole in the nightly spread,
the pathway to heaven,
welcoming her into innocence
she rattles the waves with her tremendous arms,
but straightens herself on seeing the silvery bliss,
the silvery bliss pouring out
from the huge hole in the nightly spread,
the pathway to heaven,
welcoming her into innocence
she ignores the rare
invite
and drowns herself
into the joyous cloak of transparency,
though a bit salty,
she plunges fathoms deep
into the solemn main,
rolls herself
onto the coarse shores of powdered gold,
thus she brings the shores
in communion with frivolity
into the joyous cloak of transparency,
though a bit salty,
she plunges fathoms deep
into the solemn main,
rolls herself
onto the coarse shores of powdered gold,
thus she brings the shores
in communion with frivolity
she leaves them
behind
just to dance with the
denser green,
she rocks forward and back,
shaking off the heart of every man in there,
their hearts fall at her feet,
in colors of green, yellow, red and brown
they are swept across by her gentle moves
and dart into the nothingness,
then the men stay unturned like rocks,
heart-barren and grief-striken
she rocks forward and back,
shaking off the heart of every man in there,
their hearts fall at her feet,
in colors of green, yellow, red and brown
they are swept across by her gentle moves
and dart into the nothingness,
then the men stay unturned like rocks,
heart-barren and grief-striken
she flies like a bird,
though with much ease,
in here and there, everywhere,
soothingly pats the stream,
and swirls happily, plucking flowers, fruits
even trees, at times,
in her journey, she ransacks,
in here and there, everywhere,
soothingly pats the stream,
and swirls happily, plucking flowers, fruits
even trees, at times,
in her journey, she ransacks,
but never sacks a thing
for her own,
she breathes life into the living
and makes them smile.
she breathes life into the living
and makes them smile.
she makes them smile
and close their
eyes,
she darts in and out of them
making them survive,
she flies into the saddened soul
and soothes it with her innate bliss,
she drizzles into the hard ground
as fat drops of rain,
she makes joy out of anything,
guess who she is?
she darts in and out of them
making them survive,
she flies into the saddened soul
and soothes it with her innate bliss,
she drizzles into the hard ground
as fat drops of rain,
she makes joy out of anything,
guess who she is?
By Gayathree Ganesan (Guest
Writer)
Categories:
English Poetry
Beautifully composed. I think its none other than the Cloud.
Beautiful composition Gayathree. You have woven an engaging story that ends in a puzzle. Absolutely BEAUTIFUL. I think Fayaz bhai has a point here. :)
What a beautiful poetic riddle!...Very beautiful composition!
Even I think cloud is the answer
lovely
The words flow like a river, from the sky to the sea, from the forest to the earthy rock, from raindrops to teardrops..
I think she's Water.
words beautifully woven to make the woman an enticing riddle...i think its cloud..:)...amazin poem!!!...
Stunning piece, I am speechless, I had to read it thrice, every word encrusted like a jewel.
"the silvery bliss pouring out
from the huge hole in the nightly spread,
the pathway to heaven,
welcoming her into innocence"
I think she is breeze.
Wow! Beautiful poetry:)
Bushra
I think it is the feminine is all things and beings...I felt her in your words, in the turn of the phrase, in beat of the stanzas, in the lingering feeling that it left--I felt her...thank you for such a beautiful poem!
Lovely words...loved the structuring of stanzas especially the ending which had kind of puzzle...!!!
What a lovely poem. Soothing.
Meenakshi Malhotra, "The silvery bliss pouring out from a huge hole on the nightly spread" refers to the moon. The moon is a hole in the wide sky emanating silvery light. :) And you guessed it right, she is the breeze, wind and generally air.
Thanks a lot everybody for reading my poem, it was an absolute pleasure to read your comments. :)
A whirlwind of vibrant imagery and enigma!!!
Superbly expressed. Happy Valentine Day.
Travel India
Hi Gayathree, Your allegory to moon was perfectly conveyed and understood. I loved these lines for the way you have portrayed moon.
Once again, beautiful poem.
Thanks Deepak for hosting her.
Horrìpulating. Khantastic
HI,
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