The early dawn mists swirl in silently among the old lonely trees...
Kissing the ground, the tea leaves, bushes and tall teaks
Just as the shroud of sadness brings these tears...
Prickling at the back of my eyes now slowly roll down my cheeks!
The red flowers adorn the bushes with many a loud trace...
Like vermilion markings wiped off on a sorrowful face
They look like bells in a deserted place of worship....
Long having ceased chiming those happy songs n prayers!!
They give no clues, ask no questions, offer no favours...
Having given up hope, silently succumbing to the onslaught of silence
The only colour in a landscape of solitary desolateness apart from the bright tender green rows of bushes...
at an unearthly hour they cheer the traveller who walked along these refreshing paths
In their midst to capture their charm n brightness to keep as a memory in his heart of that cold morning...
When he spied the blooms and paused to ponder about his being there with them and wonder at their frail existence!!
I lost myself in reverie as I read your poem. You are so natural. Words with deep meaning come out of your pen with ease. And a perfectly matching photograph from Sudhir i presume. A new landmark in collaborative blogging.
ReplyDeleteI am glad to have been able to touch a chord in your heart Vasanthmaam ! Sudhir's photographs have inspired me to write again .
DeleteSilent bells of desolateness, chimes with every dreamer- surely does me in. It is a neat little experiment - this collaborative blogging between 2 talented people- Sudhir & Madhu. Outdo yourselves, let go, express with gay abandon- The creative demon summons!
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