Treasure Island



I Need Pain

I need to be in fuzz
Inside a cage, so rapt
So that I can break all
I can fly high
Very high in that fear of trap
I need to be in heights
For that I need to be in fire
There I will suffer
In that endure
I will be a fire
And the fuel
So that I can attain heights
I need to be in pain
So that I will shed more tears
And I may lose some heaviness
I need to sink in the sea
So that the saline shrink my pride
I need to be in a grave
So that I wheeze,
When I take a breathe
I can feel it’s worth
I need to be a blind
So that I can see all with thanks
I need all the distress
So that I can smash all misery
I need to be in pain
So that I can search a prophet
In pain I need to fly to heights
So as to crack the callous
I need to be in a wood
Where I will be breathless with fear
I need to attain heights
So that I can fly over the hurdles
Pain is the path to supreme
If not so I walk slowly
Even so smoothly
In a pave
Where spread flowers
So that I won’t feel the pain
So I walk smoothly
Without any hurdles
But I need to fly high
So I need mess and pain
So that I can break all and fly high
I need to be a falcon
From this stage of ostrich
I may fall on that pace
Still may have reach the heights
So that none catch me or lace
For that I need to be in pain
From there I will rise with pain
Shed all the pain and drop all tears
In those heights I will get matured
There will be a throne and crown
That fits to the hardship………………

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved

Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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  • Tajudeen Shah (5/26/2014 8:08:00 PM)

    Wish you attain the desired, craving perfection and absolutely delightful heights of wisdom in a most wonderful, healthy and safe manner by God's grace. True, poets can blend moods, passions, imaginations, experiences and thoughts with due proportion of nature and life for the sake of crafting artistic beauty. But, inviting, wishing pain to enjoy relief, darkness to understand the worth of light itself is sometimes painful to certain souls. I admit with all humility that a wish to be in grave to understand the worth of a breath is not (even for the sake of poetic expression) something laudable. I write this with a smile, and a request, as I am afraid the dear poet might take me wrong. God bless, Remain safe and healthy, keep penning to the heights of the splendid voids where the galaxies store their invaluable treasures for unborn futurity. Regards and So much love duly blended with respect and prayers. (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/20/2014 10:15:00 AM)

    A peculiar imagination from the poet where the poet sees the experiences of pain and the resultant thoughts. The word power is great and nice poem. (Report) Reply

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