Kite
Getting swayed by fullness of days,
woken up by emptiness of nights,
Wrung up in fights,about wrong and rights,
loaded with opinions vociferous - black'n'white,
Chasing dreams ephemeral,lost in delights,
I too fly my kite -
High in ocean of skies,kite cries
to be free of my pulls,one with winds might.
(Happy Basant Panchmi)
posted by samar @ 5:18 PM
8 Comments:
big grins...
it is always such a delight to read your poetry. I can only ask you to write more often. It's such beauty...
Satnam!
p.s.// Happy Basant Panchami to you too. Although is it on one specific date or just seasonal celebration?
yo bro! gud one..am from sastra too..saurabh gave me this link..the ananthakrishnan nambodri of YP if u remember...
hope 2 read more of ur works
"I think therefore I am". Rene Descartes feels that he exists because he thinks. Believes his thought process as a primary reason for his existence not food or water!!..thought that was an interesting perpective...
Glad u remember me..will drop by this corner pretty often
It's always good to find a poet within a pious entity...
Anyways, hope u keep on writing and your thoughts
touch the horizon like the same kite u talked about..
Just the one thing should be severed..
i.e. the rope binding u to materialism.
a honest poem from a honest heart...really something beautifully expressed in simple words...something which moved on the lips n pentrated deep inside...good work keep it up
Samar ji,
You write so beautifully... thankyou for sharing your wonderful talent!
nice poetry
Satnam Waheguru!
It's been a long time since your last poem. I hope to read something soon :)
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