Treasure Island

Rajesh Thankappan

(Guwahati)

Nostalgia


Our eyes behave just like a prism
When it dwells upon the past and thus gazes back
For the intervening time refracts our vision
And lends them rainbow colours both variant and vibrant.

One can say it is nothing but joyful pangs of nostalgia
That colours our past with a blissful bias
Is it not a picture painted out of selective thoughts
That we have from the past borrowed and brought?

So friend, do not cling excessively onto the debris of the sunken past
That has vanished whole into the sea of darkness with its sails and mast,
Each day that peeps over the horizon is the Almighty’s brightest present
So why not unwrap the gift on hand and reap the precious moment!

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2014

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Note: Prism is a transparent glass or plastic object, often with ends in the shape of a triangle, which separates light that passes through it into spectral colours i.e. the colours of the rainbow.

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  • Dinesh Nair (3/15/2014 7:00:00 AM)

    Joyful pangs of nostalgia have their philosophical overtones as well. The poem is a virtual tour into the phases of things in life intricate. I think the notes about the poem may be done away with. (Report) Reply

  • Ed Nigma (3/11/2014 7:05:00 PM)

    Always keep looking ahead living in the moment and not it the past. Embrace the future using the past as a reminder on what to do and what not to do. There is uncertainty in the future of someone who does not repeat the past and that is where the beauty lies, In the unseen future. Very nicely done. I enjoyed this poem very much.

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  • Valsa George (3/10/2014 11:52:00 PM)

    So friend, do not clutch excessively onto the debris of the sunken past
    That has vanished whole into the sea of darkness with its sails and mast,
    Each day that peeps over the horizon is the Almighty’s brightest present
    So why not unwrap the gift on hand and reap the precious moment!

    There is so much of truth and beauty combined in these lines! This practical wisdom is what is needed! ! Immensely enjoyed! (Report) Reply

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