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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

03 December, 2004

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



Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

Very very cute, Pragya :)

03 December, 2004 20:34  
Blogger raindanseuse said...

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!

03 December, 2004 21:15  
Blogger Max Babi said...

More than cute or breezy, this poem sounds
somewhat introverted, with a sharp sense of
poignancy that is undoubtedly autobiographic
in nature... one feels a jolt, a momentary
dimming of the whole universe, when one realizes
that... words straight from the heart indeed !

cheers !

04 December, 2004 22:44  
Blogger Pragya said...

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.


05 December, 2004 00:55  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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.

23 December, 2005 00:05  

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