Treasure Island

ritty patnaik

(6th july 1952 / cuttack)

inspiration to write.

i have a doubt,
if the editor will touch this.
or if the book
will see daylight.

who will praise,
give prize
and sponser it.
for this writing,
i know, there are other things
like exhibition,
and inaguration.
to me, these things
dont matter.

yet i vow to write
for the rest of my life.......
till as long,
as the earth water,
light and wind,
inspire me
to write about them.

or till such time,
friendship, love, affection
remain like an aura
around me.

when i am down and out
i close my eyes
distancing myself
to another world,
where no one, steps in
or trespasses.

my pen will move,
with sprouting thoughts,
about stories of
tears and love.
the clouds of white feathers
spreading in the expanse of sky,
and a flower blooming,
in a bed of thorns.

a flowing rivulet,
carrying in its flow,
the good deeds and sins,
washing and transforming,
into nectar,
for the tune of tomorrow.,

thoughts of fragrant love
bathing in moonlight
to the noise of heartbeats,
pounding, are all reasons,
to flow,
with the flow.of mind.

dont ask me why,
i write today.
rather give in my hand a pen! ,
filled with the ink of existence,

Submitted: Thursday, July 23, 2009

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