Whispers... of a poetic soul

Ever slowly, pictures flash
frames of joy, shots of anguish
across my mind they appear and vanish.
Inspired by nature and earth,
I write and create.

Image from www.victoriantradingco.com

Comments

Mary Suneetha Joy said…

Love your writing..:-)

3:50 PM

Iniyaal said…

Thank you Maria :)

1:45 PM

Nalini Hebbar said…

simply lovely...the poem and the pic

2:59 PM

Iniyaal said…

Thank you nalini :) I wrote this for the "About Me" section in blogadda.

10:36 AM

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7:46 AM

Forest of mighty old trees

Raising high to threaten the skies stand in attention, soldiers in rows. Their green heads swaying wildly brown arms open wide trapping light. Bursting out of mighty rocks arise the might banyan trees. Roots digging deep in to earth seeking water among rocks. Peels of bark stripped out by elephants that roam about. Tiny nests adorn their crown feeding creatures all around. Primitive men to tribal folks rested under its shady leaves. Lives on this silent witness watching evolutions fold out.

Native to this land

Dogs native to this land, high spirited friends of man. Love to be on their own, thriving in cities and farmland. Long forgotten by men of this land, roaming in groups along our streets. Shades of brown, black and white, with dirty paws and wagging tails. Alone they can never reside, with family and friends they prefer, forming groups, marking territories, ruling over streets and lanes. Never too rude and never too lazy, racing cars and chasing flies. Bathing in the warm sun all day, jumping into puddles of mud in gay. Give them food or water, ever faithful they will remain. Roaming all day long in the wild, returning back to rest by your side. .

Persist

In the middle of chaos, all ready to collapse, I stand in the midst, engulfed by dense mist. Doors everywhere I see but none ready to open. Knocking of no avail, for it is not meant to be mine Friends I see from far, faces many and sounds vary. But far I should stay, if not shatters the friendly guise. Monsters lurk behind, changing faces with time, neither you nor I can change unseen forces that drive insane. I persist till the end, to see the fruits of confusion for every deed brought to end what it sowed, so did it reap. Words failed long before images collapsed at the back. Facts hidden deep within, tumbled out to cascade. I am but only a mute spectator, so is everyone now.., for when nature takes its course there is no recourse.

Whispers

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