24.9.07

Awakening


It was an ordinary day,
The sun rose,
Just as beautiful as it always does,
I sat down to describe its beauty,
Its warmth, its splendor,
I felt it was my duty.
I could hear the birds chirping,
I could hear their sweet twittering,
There were those huge oak branches swaying,
As if dancing,
And the leaves rustling,
To the soft melody,
Of the gentle breeze.
Yes! It was just another ordinary day,
And as always there were the chirping birds,
But as I sat down to write,
I felt,
As if I had no words!!

What had happened?
All of a sudden!!
How could I lose my ability?
When all my life I’ve been writing poetry.
What had happened?
I could not understand!
So confused, so muddled,
My mind just wouldn’t apprehend!
And there I was,
Lost in my sea of thoughts,
Yet couldn’t produce a single word on paper.

But one thing I knew for sure
My mind was right, my heart- pure.
What was amiss?
I knew not.
But, I knew I had to find the reason,
And fast. Else it’ll be too late.
I threw my pen and cursed my fate!
Yet! Ah my life with its sorrows abound,
Poetry was where solace I found!
Now that was gone too -Oh God!
I need your help, My Lord!

I set to a hard day’s work,
Crossing many dangers,
Asking every stranger.
It was a long, tiresome task,
But I noticed something really strange-
Each man wore a different mask,
Different from its own identity.
“Was it some kind of enmity-?”
I questioned myself,
“From their own soul and self? “
Which led them to live such a life?
They weren’t free- rather scared.
Asi f there were this huge knife,
somewhere close by, waiting to slice off their head,
While they waited and waited.
“Is this life all about?” I thought.
If yes, then I felt I was blessed.
I was free, I was careless
Of that I was sure.
And I started my journey back home.
Yet there was sorrow, and a piercing pain.
After all, what I had lost,
Was precious, not mundane.
The more I thought about it,
The more I seemed to regret.
What had happened was not my fault,
Yet I couldn’t forget.
“Is this what life’s all about?”
I asked myself,
But this time I got no reply.

As I was returning,
Walking in the rain to hide my tears,
I saw this innocent face,
Which knew nothing but fears.
“Is this what life’s all about?”
I asked myself yet again
And this time I got my answer-
‘Life, in itself, is one great pain”
All of a sudden, my words returned to me!
But this time,
I won’t waste them on things mundane,
I have a purpose now,
I am aimless no more,
Just one different day changed my life,
Made me see huger and strife,
Pain and loss, and anguish of the soul,
But- no more!
But- no more!

9 comments:

J said...

well, just read the poem for the nth time....kuchh samajh hi nahi aa raha.....lol.
really well written...
could completely relate to each and every line, word, syllable.
I also at times feel like writing something meaningful but end up with the usual u know wat....

all in all, a moving description of a poet's feelings...

Alexfox said...

Hi Miss Sharma, U have so much talent
All i got to say is beware mrs J. K. Rowling. No matter what you chose in life do it to the best of your ability, and i know judging from this site you have created you do that.

your poems are very good and inspire the human Spirit to aspire to a greater level of intellectual congestion.

please write some more.

your friend
ampla

C R D said...

now i really wonder..u dint find words since nature's beauty cannot be expressed in words...or because u had lost ur poetic abilities?? [:o]

creation said...

hmm..
good one...
its coz i had lost my poetic abilities!!

PROUD IOCIAN said...

Kriti...
:-(( you hv not updated your blog list to show my blog which you are following... :-((

hmmm ...
As I read your posts from day-1, I now know you better...

Maybe you are that type of person who does laugh putwardly eg while asking the WHYs (ohh btw I forgot to ask there-- where did u get so manu Qs? u made them or got from web? very artistically arranged in the photo!!) -- but maybe inside you, you are thirsty for something whch you yrself do not know? THAT sometimes makes you into what you seem to be.....

Hmmm...

..but then I do not know yu well enough closely.. so cannot say.. for sure..

Creation said...

@ Proud

Err... I'm a lil confused. Which blog am I supposed to be following?

As far as the questions wala post is concerned..They are my own queries.. why would i look up questions n the net?

I am searching for something, yup.. and i don't quite know what it is.. hence it an everlasting search...

Creation said...

@ Proud

Waise, it's Shantanu, isn't it??

Why did you use a different account?

Aniket said...

Well... This is a start. :-D

And I loved this visceral poem!
But life is pain only if we want it to be...

Its upto is to take it as a problem to solve or an adventure to live.

I used to take it as the former and only now have started shifting towards the latter. :D

Creation said...

Ah! Here we are!
Yup... it's all a matter of perspective, innit?

It was a pain for me too.. till a few months back.. when certain things made me realize that taking it so, I was just making things difficult for myself.

But yes.. life as an adventure makes much more sense and another thing i've realised is to find the humour in veery situation.. it not only makes it bearable but fun too!

Glad you're reading!
:-D