All that is, Who are Lost

Sometimes I stand near the window-
Old fashioned, rusty with fading colors.
It shows me an eyeful of sky
Where clouds conspire and turn black.

Clouds are like memories, no?
You know it will rain, but when.


I see the quiet lane in a midsummer noon.
On one such day my kittens ran away
And never came back.
I wish if I could see them once, right now.
I hope they are alive. They will surprise me one day.

Do you think cats have emotions?

I see the gulmohar tree.
Under which you had held my hand and promised...
...Promised to hold my hand, forever. Never.

The gulmohar lives on. So do I and you, may be.
All apart, distant, as three incidents who never met.

Do you think trees have memories?
I wish the gulmohar will die.


I wonder why do I talk of pain,
Of them who have left me,
Of the kite orphaned in the vast sky,
for paper boats that never return.

All that is lost can always be found.
I cry for all that remains but can't be mine,...


...For the memories of a moth
Who dived into the fire one night
To become a glowworm.

SoUmY@

Comments

Shal said…
Wow ! wat a poem
touches deep

Reminds on two things

One is that i also would always wait to see if i can ever find a cat of mine which ran away (apparently too many of my cats ran away :P)

Second , i somewhere read that the rose plant holds the rose so dear to it and one day when the flower drys off and falls it does not cry but enjoys even its falling and makes place for another rose to bud

:P:)
Jadis said…
Aw cats!! Don't you just adore them?

It shows me an eyeful of sky...

...For the memories of a moth
Who dived into the fire one night
To become a glowworm.
Beautiful lines. They bring back that old mon kemon kora feeling that haunted you when summer vacations ended...
Anonymous said…
so simple but ti still touches your heart .. it takes you to the rusty window side ...
Usha Pisharody said…
I love this one, where the emotions gently pour, but sometimes come in s a sudden rush, and catch one flat-footed and openmouthed at the way it catches one unawares!

Beautiful!!!
Bharath said…
Fabulously poignant. Loved the way you're pen has described this..

...For the memories of a moth
Who dived into the fire one night
To become a glowworm.


My pick from the philosophers thoughts..:)
All that is lost can always be found.
I cry for all that remains but can't be mine,...

...For the memories of a moth
Who dived into the fire one night
To become a glowworm.

Ahh so poignant.. so tender!
Muse said…
what else can I say?
SERI said…
amazing!!
I simply loved the way u have put everything. Great!
triyash said…
Your amazing expressions and poetry and ideas were once again experienced...


and as usual...it was awesome !!!
Soumya said…
@ Shal di, thanks a lot. You are always an encouragement :)

@ Priyad, right. mon kemon kora. nice way of putting it and gracing this lost write.

Pretty, thank you! God bless.

Ma'am, you are always special. thanks for being there. :)


Bharath, graced by your presence grey mattered sire :D Really, thanks.


Anu di, you are always sweet. thanks a lot.

Rini, :) You need not to.

Seri, welcome, I guess this is the first time. and God bless..

Triyash, thanks a lot :) God bless.

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