Sunday, 23 June 2013

I Breathe Poetry

 
I feel barren within
For days I don't feel the rhythm
Of life pulsating within me

Have I lost touch
I ask myself
Have I at last
Taken that never ending break
Am I finished, famished, fused
I wonder with unease
Have I come upon that invincible wall
Which poets call the mind block
I can't decide
Baffled I wander

Weeks pass by
In desultory surmise

And then this morning
During predawn muse
I open my window
To let in the breeze
Filter in to diffuse
The muggy heat
Intoxicating the surround
With a heady perfume

Peering into the dark
I see a clump of white
Raising its head
Amidst the bold green
First bloom of this season
After three years of
Nurturing a dream
The petals unfold in soft curls
With streams of gold
Brushing their cheeks

As the dawn breaks
In vibrant hues
I breathe afresh

The wall within crumbles
The heart thuds again
On an ethereal beat
A few lyrics float in air
I stretch my arms
To bring them to grips

Lo! poetry again I breathe ...
 
 

20 comments:

  1. You breathed poetry and it was a cool one! :) Awesome! :)

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    1. Thanks Bush. Its always a pleasure receiving your comment

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  2. Poetry is life to you! :)
    Nice lines.

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  3. welcome back philosopher ! :)
    for no matter how dark the night is can't last long
    your words rejuvenate and energize thoughts.
    Its a pleasure reading you as always !!

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    1. The learned says that philosophizing is the escapism of the weak!

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    2. thank God i know any such learned :D hehehe
      after all there should be a healthy reason to escape :D

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    3. Healthy reason to escape???????? That's intriguing!

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  4. Oh....Am going thru this block, Geetashree.. So, am waiting for something to 'bloom' suitably.... :)
    Gorgeous piece.

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    1. I hope and pray that you get over this phase soon

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  5. Writer's block is such a nuisance, but we feel the ultimate satisfaction when we get out of it :-)

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    1. True! But mostly its time constraint. So many thoughts juggling in mind but not a moment to capture them in black and white

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  6. Poetry is a good escape from a lot of darkness! Best wishes.

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  7. Lo! breathing poetry...! beautiful piece of work. loved it. :)

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  8. inhaling and exhaling poetry..............thats Geetashree! Hi I am there again.

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  9. inhaling and exhaling poetry... that is Geetashree......

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