Photo: Anuj GosaliaThere are streets - unending, winding, endearing.
There are streets - that you and I don't know,
Where our dreamed ones never go.
There are streets that are nameless...
There are homes - flavoured, round, cosy.
There are homes- whose directions we can't give,
Where our dreamed ones never live.
There are homes that are 'guard'less...
There are people - smiling, chatting, working.
There are people- that you and I don't greet,
Whom our dreamed ones never meet.
There are people who are thoughtless...
There are nameless streets that reach destinations,
There are 'guard'less homes that give shelter,
There are thoughtless people that live a life,
While, for our dreamed ones we strive...
There are streets - that you and I don't know,
Where our dreamed ones never go.
There are streets that are nameless...
There are homes - flavoured, round, cosy.
There are homes- whose directions we can't give,
Where our dreamed ones never live.
There are homes that are 'guard'less...
There are people - smiling, chatting, working.
There are people- that you and I don't greet,
Whom our dreamed ones never meet.
There are people who are thoughtless...
There are nameless streets that reach destinations,
There are 'guard'less homes that give shelter,
There are thoughtless people that live a life,
While, for our dreamed ones we strive...
Gr8 pic Sirjee!! The poem is a masterpiece...particularly loved the last verse..seemed to add a fast pace rhythm to the otherwise drifting slow poem. Fascinating blog this is!!
ReplyDeletefor the first three stanzas i kept thinking this is so much like the poorva i knew in school n all.. very simple and direct and having a direct connection with the next stanza n all.. n i was going to comment saying its nice n all but ain't great.. but the last stanza changed that it summarizes the poem very well and adds wonderful meaning and depth to the poem :)
ReplyDeletei would have hated this excersise of writing poems on images mainly because i hate writing about things directly, i love twisting them so much that i cant really be criticized n stuff.. i almost fear being direct, well im not direct but still keep it simple :D
yours was awesome.. something i would never be able to pull off
And yet those streets are the most holy ones of all... and maybe those streets are where we go after the fall
ReplyDelete...from life!
POORVA... you hav done it again... the best part about ur writings is that you dont twist them at all... n thats the best part about u too... u r not twisted!...curly but not twisted