a poet and a thinker...

Showing posts with label try. Show all posts
Showing posts with label try. Show all posts

Monday, 18 August 2014

AWARE

AWARE

Wary not where I could reach
Aware alone that I must try
I know not how far I shall thus go
But aware I wish to fly

Unknown lay the threads of days
That shall weave into the future sky
I know not what colour the sky shall be
But aware I'll still yearn for high

Wary not when nights shall conquer
Or shall days be scorching sly
I know not how far I shall thus go
But aware that I do wish to fly

Unknown to all when rains may come
That shall quench the sands so dry
I know not how hot the times could burn
But I could tread if I do try
-Mx

Monday, 17 February 2014

Umbrella

Umbrella

Hid under the umbrella of diffidance
A queenly lass in a town so quaint
strode forwards towards the fields across
In her stride, a queen, in heart, a saint.

Every today is tomorrows yesterday
It could rain or it could brightly shine.
her tiara of faith her very own ferry,
her very own river and very own dime.

The streets of struggle are only made
of cobbled joy and feebled sorrow,
With lamps of wonder with light of awe,
And lots of life and love to borrow.

In a jungle so conceived by human mire,
through the web of confusions so unreal,
to laugh and cry and weep and hug,
through, to the wilderness so surreal.

-Mx

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Incorrigible

INCORRIGIBLE

Living in such sweet nothing
Coloured candies sweet no more
A ghost's yearn to feel a touch
An orphan's yearn to hear a lore

Restless and franctic, anxious
A little seed, away with wind
A canary fallen off her nest
A saddened soul that has sinned

With sun so far, the frozen ice,
still, for warmth from someplace else.
Old man who watches a playing child.
A deaf man's yearn to hear the bells.

-Mx

This poem talks about how people want certain things and so many times, those things are way beyond reach.
For instance, a ghost can never feel a 'touch' and an orphan cannot listen to the stories that his parents would have told.

The thought of 'if only' is crippling. The inability to get what they want, makes people restless  (2nd stanza)
This restlessness is compared with that of a seed - a seed that reaches an unknown land and faces the challenge to grow into a tree.
It is also compared with a confused little baby bird who fell off a nest, and does not know what to do next.
However, the restlessness of a soul who has realised that it has sinned and is beyond redemption is probably really incorrigible.

The third stanza says that people still keep trying, and so they should, like in winters when the sun is so far, the ice lay frozen, waiting to somehow, someday melt back to life.

Some of these people do succeed. They find their peace in others, like an old man who re-lives his childhood in his grandson.

However, sadly, some people keep trying without any result, like a deaf person, who waits in vain, to hear the sound of a bell.