The waves,
echoing beyond the shores are heard among the farthest Hebredies
Amid the din of wind and rain
raging around,
they go unnoticed as they dash against the rocks and break away.
But a radiant calm pervades
around the boat,
steered by you,
and I
oblivious of all this
engrossed in my knitting...
criss-crossing the needles mechanically,
weaving patterns i have in mind.
(But who knows what the end will be like?
Is'nt life too a similar pattern with an unknown end??)
Slowly the waves rise and dash against
the sides of the boat,
disturbing the tranquil calm,
tossing the vessel about in the sea.
Like the perennial seaswell
life is lifted up
and dropped again
and threatened.....
amidst the steady whisperof the waves,
they begin growing in size to frightful heights.
You were lost in deep thought
and the smoke from
the cigarette you were smoking
wafted across the air in
circular rings
and this minute's slackness
brought the pattern of your life
to an abrupt end.
Perhaps,
destiny,
willed it.
You were devoured by the insatiable
waves
coming back in quick successions to be seen no more.
I
opened my eyes on the shores
now
I'm a vegetable
animate -yet inanimate
bereft of all enthusiasm
my mind was obnubilated as
my eyes wandered away
slowly
resting on
the unfinished pattern on the knitting needles.
6 comments:
B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!
A story with so much import and meaning behind it...
I loved the lines:
Like the perennial seaswell
life is lifted up
and dropped again
and threatened.....
That is beautiful....the circle of life described so simply and profoundly.
I am in awe...
wow! that was one amazing description of "life"... loved the beautiful contradictions in it... sitting calmly within the boat, while all around the waves are dashing onto u.
i m not much of an authority on poetry but this one of the few pieces i've read that really managed to catch my attention. lovely work. plz do keep writing - not many ppl can eloquently paint a picture with words the way u have done with this piece.
thaks prude and ashwati ..that was encouraging
"...knitting a familiar pattern...with an unknown end..."
It indeed is a beautiful piece of work...simple words and yet the intensity it emanates is exquisite.
Am floored!
Will look forward to reading more...!
The pattern you make is life on its own
Yet the pin prick equals dashing against the rocks
Willed to move by its creator
Is every character’s building blocks (something that came to my mind after reading ure poem...)
your poem has captured so much of life... I am touched! and hope to read more of such poems! :)
the unfinished pattern on the knitting needles....
an apt metaphor... reminded me of a lecture in class where we were discussing afghan tribes... apparently someone has written a book on patchwork done by a woman, using it as an idiom for nomadism... typical patchwork has no center and the design can effectively continue forever...
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