others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Thursday, February 7, 2008

a kite on the tree

a lonely kite flutters on the tree
hanging dangerously on the brim
is has a choice to make - a tough choice
a choice between easy and right

the distance to the ground
seems so much easier to cover
than the distance to the skies

the decision has to be made fast
or the wind will rip it apart

the skies seem dauntingly infinite
terrifyingly unconquerable
yet temptingly free and beautiful

the ground is easy to reach
it just has to fall down
but then it will be impossible
to rise upto the skies ever
Once it falls-itfalls- no hope
No scope to go anywhere better

the decision has to be made fast
or the wind will rip ti apart
the end seems so near
and life seems so dear

the lonely kite flutters on the tree
it reminds me of someone - it reminds me of me

4 comments:

supernova said...

well , if one reads it superficially , they'll find it soulful n appealin'. a beautiful analogy portrayed here. but de problem here is sth else, obv sth i cant put in a blog.

All i can say is dat don let ur mind becum sum kind of nebula. i've made mistakes b4 n don wan oders 2 b dat way.

Anonymous said...

ahh this one - i love :)

Manasa. K .Kumar said...

ahh this one i love :)

Manasa. K .Kumar said...

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