One day when the sun shall rise
and the world's short of a pair
of eyes. Someone negotiates
the price of wood in shambles.
The sunshine won't wake me up
The shuttered eyes couldn't be
forced open. On my desk an
abandoned pen shall wait.
An unfinished poem shall attract
only the the words of praise.
Good or bad won't matter. Perhaps
an eye shall pick, an invisible thread.
The incomplete poem shall be
completed, when firm hands
shake the dust off my dreams.
A seed shall crack open.
There one flower shall bloom
on the earth, where my ashes wait.
Blissful roots of a pregnant sky
reach earth to bind the loose sand.
20th November 2009
'There one flower shall bloom on the earth, where my ashes wait. Blissful roots of a pregnant sky reach earth to bind the loose sand' Well said, Beautiful poem. Experianced is spoken here Enjoyed reading it Thanks
There one flower shall bloom on the earth, where my ashes wait. Blissful roots of a pregnant sky reach earth to bind the loose sand. lioved these lines!
Brilliant work Nikunj. Such profound thoughts with sublime images for us to feast on. The last stanza just perfection personified. 10 love Karin
I hope that day is not soon for this is the first poem of yours I have read and look forward to many more. Poetry changes my mind on men. Hearts are as deep as ours, just they need a pen to confess it. Nice Nice poem
The incomplete poem shall be completed, when firm hands shake the dust off my dreams. A seed shall crack open. There one flower shall bloom on the earth, where my ashes wait. Blissful roots of a pregnant sky reach earth to bind the loose sand. great lines!
You have painted your poetic soul into this beautiful piece. True poets give themselves away in words. May your work live beyond the calendar, dear Nikunj. Warm regards, Sandra
dear nikunj......first, lovely poem.poetsand painters i feel have a edge over others because of their sensitivity and emotions which comes stronger than othersthey leave behind little somethings of themselves in form of poetry, literature or paintings, which is remembered.getting to know you more from your poems.they are exquisite without blemish. god bless you.....ritty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i Niks I read your poem 'After' and was blown away... A ten absolutely! So enriching in every line...perfectly glorious... superlative... no words to describe how you write. I read Beyond, even before you suggested I do so. Marvellous. You are an exceptionally gifted writer with a lightness of heart that engages continuously. Well done. Regards Monica