Treasure Island

Ashly Raju

(26.08.1997 / Iritty)

QUILL


Once I was one of
The lustrous yarn,
The yarn that echoes
As the bird flew.
I embellish the magnificence
Of the feathered friend.

Then came the tempest.
The force that tethered me
To the woolly love
Sank in its turbulent power.
I was imposed to move away.
I flew far
But recollection coddled me
With feelings.
Emotions always vapourised me
And I slid by the rhythm of air.

Me, the stable one
In the body of the beauty
Moves around without stability.
This unsteadiness crafted me
With the strong sentiments
Of the past.

I passed numerous
Lands, hills and valleys.
I forgot where am I.
I glared down.
Out of the blue,
I saw a pointing finger
Of a father
And gazing eyes
Of a son.
Both directed towards me.
They were in a deep talk
Which would be a lamp
In the prodigy’s life.

The father’s speech
Had seemed like this –
Behold the quill.
You may have various faculities
Which fervours to be
Praised, raised and rejoiced
In each nook of the world.
But let the thought-
The magnate’s weight
Is like the feather
-regorges in your life.
These words were the thread
That fastened me to the wavy air
Which helped me
To run my pulse
With the blow.

Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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