Friday, February 4, 2011

Magic-Bridge of Time

Return from where to where?
I've left my days of mirth and bliss
Of moonlit nights and choric walks
And find myself now hurtling down
Into the reams of 'pending' lists
Where the clock with gaping jaws
Crouches for one lethal leap.

Let this verse be then
My magic-bridge of time,
For there shall I move
In nowhere, nowhen
And straddle how I can
That which I must
And that which is lost.


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Robert said...

You're a man of words -- one who keeps his words about creating words and also living them up. kudos.

Robert said...

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side.The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs;and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite,face to face with thee,and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Moment's Indulgence -- Rabindranath Tagore

Sui Generis said...

Ah!! The poem seems to drown me in it's abstraction...and your concrete images make me more aware of this abstract situation.
I appreciate how you pen down what men feel. Bravo!
It kind of reminds me of that song,
"he's a real nowhere man....making all his nowhere plans for nobody".