Drowning Or Sailing Still? Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
Drowning Or Sailing Still?
Dreaming high was once good for me too
And becoming something from nothing was great to hear about
But my apprehensions often were true
And I felt a great bliss of paradigm fuming size later.
I too refuse to take a dip in anonymity
And so I am here again speaking out my heart to you....
You will never know friends,
Where you start a rough patch of odds if you still weave filaments
Between the road to eternity and a void much visible as ever before.
My thoughts are pessimistic and sound like blabbing to you
But I see your timid ears opening for a word never spoken.
No prehistoric site could ever outlive
The humiliation of proximity to hatred and alienation as of now.
Violence chewing the dust of the strong faith groups can be seen
As Africa`s west and north leave us crestfallen.
In the vast lands of misery and deprivation our brethren live
A bard`s knees may give way to anguish of mortality and a sigh
All during the horror of captivity of a dawn after no sunset.
His days are also counted and what remains is a past
The eyes of which will be staring at his shadow endlessly.
Floods and droughts of a season you read as statistics.
You like to weave a poem on a god who haunts my reason
And then I scribble on a canvas a note of rejoinder.
Intense pain is brewing in the depths of my mind, you know
Even as the bed-ridden planet spins on its orbit of disaster.
But your hero of the poem does not drop in ever!
Tapping of kernel in the hard shell of truth bothers me often,
And I too like a mountain dew under the stone.
But under the heath of things transparent
You all mostly refuse see the fossils of truth.
You are all perhaps sailing together towards the pile of bubbles.
I would like to destroy the anxiety of a town crier in me
And would like to see in the shade of your manipulations
But I feel a desert emerging and I hear the fury of skies
When you all chant the prayers worded for pleasing any force
That could have been working a little more practically!
The god with a flute on the mouth was my fascination in childhood
And the crucified Jesus was my asylum, I judged later
Then began the storm of exploration and reason ransacking my innocence
And I saw the blue god fading and the saviour hiding behind the time
With no answer to the right question being ever given by any.
Truth has two forms - bitter and sweet
Lies have three forms - soft, softer and softest
And the bitter truth I reckon as my choice
And refuse to listen to the lies softest.
Then you begin to tell about the softest of the softest ever.
On the waters with whirls and under currents
I swim and tire myself within no time and am dead.
Your boat of seasoned timber will carry you for long
But there is a sea of violent reality waiting for you friends,
And will you still float on its waters to laugh at me?
Intense pain is brewing in the depths of my mind, you know Even as the bed-ridden planet spins on its orbit of disaster. But your hero of the poem does not drop in ever! We cannot expect the hero to drop in each time, when man makes a mistake! When you doubt if the mistakes are man made or God made, there is no point in my conteding with you....! I must admit that this is a wonderful write... I like the expression 'the bed ridden planet'! 'Then began the storm of exploration and reason ransacking my innocence And I saw the blue god fading and the saviour hiding behind the time' When we try to fit in a bigger vessel, within a smaller one, this happens! We cannot confine God who is infinite within our small brain or limited reason! Any way a 10 for this deep write!
The god with a flute on the mouth was my fascination in childhood And the crucified Jesus was my asylum, I judged later Then began the storm of exploration and reason ransacking my innocence And I saw the blue god fading and the saviour hiding behind the time With no answer to the right question being ever given by any, , , , the poem has some of the beautiful lines you would ever read, , , ,
............an amazing write with a lot of deep thoughts to ponder....I am with valsa, .......if we live through eternity.... our tiny brains will never understand the mysteries of our creator.....or even the mystery of life....so let's keep on sailing.....enjoyed this write...
Ups and downs, highs and lows with the storms and the calmness of nature. The sea holds many answers for me. This is a great write that certainly inspires thought. Thank you
But there is a sea of violent reality waiting for you friends, And will you still float on its waters to laugh at me? - - - - - - - - - Magnetic lines!
Your concerns are well expressed in the poem. I started my comment with what Valsa George quoted in her comment. I felt it was coincidence and removed the two lines to avoid repetition. Poem of great depth. Thank you.
Amazing poem. Many captivating lines which draws ones attention. I too agree with Valsa's comment. Hero of the poem will not drop in. I liked the line...Even as the bed-ridden planet spins on its orbit of disaster. Very true said, Sea is waiting violently for each of us..But there is no choice left to us, other than sailing and moving ahead, knowingly into the disaster. Many captivating lines, which I am reading for the first time. Loved reading each lines. Beautifully presented.
Whenever we discuss things seriously haunting human beings you all refer to small and tiny brains to escalate the matter to an unknown hopelessness of situation and a stage of no clarity and I am dumb now..... Be sailing Valsa madam.... be sailing Rachel... Bone voyage,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Excellent! My goodness this was formed wonderfully. The depth of your words is incredible. Good write!