Saturday, December 7, 2013

In Search of the Reader

Here among causeways of irony and hope,
I shoulder my robes full of autumn and its leaves
And harbour all reeds within time's storied urns
That breathe a few whispers of texts that are lost,
Now in our quarries of fate.

Tethered to their bones by memories now tossed,
I wonder and droop with chisel still in hand
And carve all my songs now on stone.

Etched with my veins that flower now on walls,
I wait for the gaze of one who would hear
Symphony of waves through these stones.

16 comments:

Brian Miller said...

makes me think a bit of ozmandius...waiting for the one that hears the songs you carve, your symphony of stones...its not an easy wait...

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

such intense and beautiful imagery. the end is.. brilliant, i felt it.

howanxious said...

Songs carved on stones and the symphony of the waves lapping at those stones... it produces an ethereal image. I certainly liked it.
-HA

Gillena Cox said...

written with passion; have a nice Sunday


much love...

Grace said...

I specially like the ending, waiting for the gaze of one who would hear ~ Lovely verses Abin ~ Happy Sunday ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love that you "carve all my songs now on stone". Beautiful, my friend.

Mary said...

I also like the idea of waiting for the gaze of one who would hear. Something we all desire, I think. Fine writing, Abin.

Vandana Sharma said...

It flows like a song.......for the one to hear it...

kaykuala said...

I wait for the gaze of one who would hear Symphony of waves through these stones.

One often gets to anticipate the gaze of wonder and admiration from those who really know and can appreciate. But some just don't bother. Nicely Abin!

Hank

Pealogic said...

The idea of lost texts, it makes me anxious, and then I realise the inevitability of it, in this day and age.

kaykuala said...

I wait for the gaze of
one who would hear

Yes, one would sincerely wait for the reactions of those endearing for as long as it would take! How true Abin!

Hank

Peggy said...

I suppose if they are carved on stone than can wait a long time to be viewed--ah but aren't songs meant to be heard?

Susie Clevenger said...

"Etched with my veins that now flower on wall" I love that. I don't think you have to search far for a reader. Your work is magnificent.

Kay L. Davies said...

Like some of the others, I love the final line, but it is all beautifully written, Abin.
K

Maniparna Sengupta Majumder said...

Symphony of waves ..what a powerful line ! loved it..:-)

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful words Abin, words in song that will echo through the symphony of waves as I search for you - how wonderful this would be.

"Etched with my veins that flower now on walls" - beautiful beautiful words!

Sorry it has taken me so long to comment here but I wanted to respond to your comment and have just found the time to do so.

Cheers Abin.
Anna :o]