August 02, 2008

we..


a stream set free, supposed to find its own way
discover the virtues, recognize its plays
but They come, armed with swords and knives
shining with societal vindications and adjunct rules for lives
swept away from deep inside
the purpose is left blurred
the purpose that forever existed
the purpose that gets never discovered
fearful of strength to overcome the fear
fear gets strengthened and strengths disappear
the lines are drawn, and the stream treads the path they pave
a stream set free, and its way ?

3 comments:

  1. a stream set free, yet ghettoed all the way,
    treads nonchalantly along the lines that lay,
    lines that are drawn by them,
    glaring symbols of times solemn
    yet the undulating sunflowers,
    has something for the stream that inspires,
    and the breeze adrift,
    carries news of the yonder as a gift,
    telling stories of lines that have been crossed,
    and of fears overcome by strength amassed,
    the flowers and the wind beckons,
    and hoping that the strength inside awakens
    the lines are drawn, and the stream treads the path they pave,
    the purpose left blurred, creates not a single wave,
    the stream had its chance, yet it decided to lay,
    whose fault is that, by the way?

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  2. Hi ,

    I was reading ur blog posts and found some of them to be very good.. u write well.. Why don't you popularize it more.. ur posts on ur blog ‘Carpe diem’ took my particular attention as some of them are interesting topics of mine too;

    BTW I help out some ex-IIMA guys who with another batch mate run www.rambhai.com where you can post links to your most loved blog-posts. Rambhai was the chaiwala at IIMA and it is a site where users can themselves share links to blog posts etc and other can find and vote on them. The best make it to the homepage!

    This way you can reach out to rambhai readers some of whom could become your ardent fans.. who knows.. :)

    Cheers,

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  3. It's a really good poem man. You should do this more.
    Btw check out working class heroes by lennon. your poem reminded me of it.

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