Like fireflies they come,
Out of the darkness around me
And I realize I am not blind.
Like dewdrops they fall,
From the canopy above
And I realize I am thirsty.
Unchained melodies, they rise
Like white clouds from the chasm,
And I realize I am on the edge.
They chatter like leaves of the Banyan,
Laughing children running home from school,
And I realize I am alive.
Like flamingoes they lift,
Sunrays tinting feathers gold
And I realize I have a soul.
They come scampering,
Like my dogs after a bath
Shaking, spraying droplets,
Big arcs of love,
Crying, ‘Wake up! Wakeup!
Play with us!’ –
Happily, I take up the pen.
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Balachandran, Trivandrum, 16.02.2009
Excellent Balan.
ReplyDeleteHappily you can take the pen.
It gets imbibed by others too.
wow...
ReplyDeletewonderful
wonderful
and again wonderful...
words and their charisma..!!
a poem on muse..hats off..
ReplyDeleteevery line producing an image..chattering leaves,running children,doggies,dewdrops..
loved it
@extremity: Gee, glad u liked it! :D
ReplyDeleteThe way the words fly, fly and fly... You excel yourself in this one, Balan. The lines keep soaring; higher and higher they go. And you don't feel giddy because only this feeling of going higher and higher exists.
ReplyDeleteThis is like cool water trickling thru my soul.. You do write with such elan..
ReplyDelete@Sandy: Thanks, Sandy! The sound of happiness is that of gurgling waters in a stream!:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful as usual...Let the blessings shower,
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