Treasure Island

M.D Dinesh Nair

(Thrissur/Vijayawada)

Are You On The Way?


Amidst cold looks and clouds of gestures
I see your ones different
To find it I need to spend no time
And I go along with hope enlived.

The road to my home you have seen
Where sun-rays often fail to intercept
The clouds of my loneliness.
But you are to be there on the way.

And you will see my little hut
It is there inside a grove of weeds.
To reach it you should start coming now
And my smile I shall return to you.

You should just look inside myself
And think about my buried thoughts dear.
Perhaps they can resurrect once
And your glory I shall let the world know.

Will you come this evening or late at night?
Will you dine at mine and teach me how to dream?
I know not; I never dare to doubt it either!
But my hut has a wider door to let you in, I know

In your warm presence I will reinvent myself
And flee from these cold looks and gestures
Of a world that has ever been around me.
But when are you to knock at my door?

Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 20, 2014

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  • Om Chawla (4/8/2014 2:03:00 AM)

    Excellent, Dinesh. Seeking escape from 'cold looks and gestures of a world that has ever been around'; there is not a single negative word in the entire poem expressive of discontent, even as as yearning for a different world in the company of soulmate is sought. Truly outstanding write. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (3/30/2014 3:11:00 PM)

    To dream and allow your inner thoughts to live and flourish in a cold world, your guest will stir your creative mind to allow the simplicity of a life without baggage, just allow your guest to reach deep into your soul and shake it free from the shackles of this world.
    I love this outstanding write! (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (3/17/2014 5:58:00 AM)

    The eagerly anticipated guest could be anything - a person, a purpose, a state of mind maybe........We're always waiting for something - intriguing poem! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (3/15/2014 6:06:00 PM)

    I hope your soul mate will knock soon Dinesh - I know full well what it is like to be alone and without a companion. Lovely, heartfelt poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (3/15/2014 11:28:00 AM)

    Every man longs for companion and this has been truly exemplified in the poem in a very passionate way. A life without companion is like a wheel- less journey. So, in order to make the journey smooth and comfortable, I hope, the protagonist of the poem succeeds in finding a fruitful companion. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (3/15/2014 8:09:00 AM)

    Your invitation is too hearty to be declined. I will be there soon to knock on the door. I can only share my feelings with you. Dreams should sprout of that sharing. Beautiful poem. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/15/2014 6:40:00 AM)

    'Will you dine at mine and teach me how to dream? '

    An entreating plea..... hopeful and passionate...!
    Is not anticipation sweeter than realization...? It must be fun to see you in 'your little hut inside a grove of weeds! ' A wonderful write! ! (Report) Reply

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