Treasure Island

Samanyan Lakshminarayanan


(not the season)

A spring
A perennial source of inspiration
about it
we have loads and loads of information
and that
we have as our scriptures
to depict that
we have made our sculptures
we call all these.....
our rich heritages from our ancestors


Have we lost sight of it due to our pride?
A spring could'nt be encaptured
A spring could'nt be stored
The scriptures and sculptures were reservoires....
born out of this spring
Just a pride about those....
would'nt bring back the spring.
The scriptures and sculptures are not an ' over ' thing
it was just a ' beginning ' thing
This spring can neither have a beginning nor ending
it is a perennial thing.


How do we find this spring
It's just not a common thing
to be found by one and be used by all
Do we need a ' DIVINER ' to divine this spring?


Submitted: Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Edited: Saturday, April 04, 2009

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  • Pandian Angelina (7/17/2009 12:55:00 PM)

    A Spring is fresh is pure
    It bubbles out from deep within
    The hot magma core of life
    Boils and creating questions
    Fissures in the mind
    Rising thoughts so divine
    They come out as a Spring
    To slake and cool the soul's thirst.
    The pun on word Divine
    Does remind the divinity held within!
    A wonderful poem luring the spirit and soul skywards as always your thoughts never fail to amaze me!
    Angel (Report) Reply

  • Rangarajan Kazhiyur Mannar (4/29/2009 6:01:00 AM)

    After going through, it springs no surprise - it's a great write on a subject we ought to have owned and utilized but largely ignored to our utter disadvantage. well done. (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (4/20/2009 8:05:00 AM)

    Samanyan, The spring is still there. But we are 'hollow man' without soul. So, it doesn't inspire. Very well penned.
    CP (Report) Reply

  • AtreyaSarma Uppaluri (4/20/2009 4:21:00 AM)

    Yes, divine thoughts alone will turn our soul into an eternal've used the word 'divine' effectively. A beautiful poem and urge. (Report) Reply

  • rago rago (4/7/2009 3:59:00 AM)

    An inspiring poem and I am astonished how failed to read such poem....... well penned and moved gracefully....... my sincere thanks for your sharing...... (Report) Reply

  • Antonio Liao (4/2/2009 8:49:00 PM)

    so true, everything lies in the things which our forefathers
    leaves to what your poem melted the real
    righteousness of our ancestor......your a great poet,
    who unlock the meaning of Oneness to the source of Life
    thank you my friend...God bless..... A 10 (Report) Reply

  • Bob Blackwell (3/29/2009 10:04:00 AM)

    To find the source of everything we must first look in and in silence it will come. Its from nature we learn to replicate her. (Report) Reply

  • ~ Jon London ~ (3/26/2009 12:12:00 PM)

    A thoughtful write my friend, brings many questions to mind, great flowing word choice used give this a great crispness to it. A fine job sir 10 (Report) Reply

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