Nomadic Winds
Nomadic winds
Whisper in your ears,
Come away, once again,
Don’t fret their tears
Intrepid climber,
Free bird of yore,
Freeways beckon,
Can’t resist their allure
You broke the rules,
Favored caprice,
Sought success,
But found no peace
Now she awaits you,
Beaming toddler by her side,
Gypsy of all gypsies,
Could this be the last ride?
Pragya Thakur - for Anil Thakur
Whisper in your ears,
Come away, once again,
Don’t fret their tears
Intrepid climber,
Free bird of yore,
Freeways beckon,
Can’t resist their allure
You broke the rules,
Favored caprice,
Sought success,
But found no peace
Now she awaits you,
Beaming toddler by her side,
Gypsy of all gypsies,
Could this be the last ride?
Pragya Thakur - for Anil Thakur
Labels: poetry
Selected by Pragya |
19:01 |
4 Comments:
Very very cute, Pragya :)
Beautiful, breezy and intense - all in one. I see myself in this poem. I especially loved the lines, "intrepid climber... free bird of yore". Way to go Pragya!
Shukriya Max!
Aapne is ehsaas ko rooh se mehsoos kiya. Can't translate that well but that's the first thing that came to mind after reading your comment.
Pragya
Fallen from grace and born once again into material desire. A desire that cannot be filled.
Never the less we continue our toil, until by some blessing from we know not where, we become conscious of our own soul.
The I AM that is eternal lights up, illuminating the essential from the non essential. A union with the spirit from whom we decended brings wholeness for a time, replacing material desire with an epiphany of the purpose of our existence.
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