Preeth Nambiar

Rookie - 63 Points (North Malabar, Kerala, India)

Upon The Bank Of The Lake - Poem by Preeth Nambiar

Surrounded by the dense woods, there is a lake now.
Here is the lake, the resting place for the streams from the depths of the forest- see them kissing their beloved; Look at the clouds reflecting upon its transparency, look at the birds - the spread wings of dreams souring towards the horizon, listen them singing joyfully! Here is the water that quenches the thirst of the travellers from the distant!

Were these birds waiting for me to sing the melodious? Was the breeze stopped behind the leaves to welcome me with his magical touch? The branches of trees dancing in ecstasy withers their flowers unto the purity where the fragrance dissolves unto the heart of the purity. Mesmerized I remain while the misty mornings kiss me with dew drops.
I am here, upon the bank of the lake, with few pebbles. Unto the tranquility fall my pebbles that I collected long way from my past. The woods are still silent; the wind moves its veil to glance at me. When I throw the pebbles, hear a string being touched sings its pain and the ripples creeping towards my feet!

It's raining now! The heavy drops of water merge waters! Wild flow of streams joining the tranquility! I hear thunderbolts…I hear the soft melody of the wind turn furious! But, upon the bank I'm still here waiting to see the reflections again. The dark clouds would disappear; upon the clear water I would again see the heavenly reflections!
I would rather prefer to see them all here, upon the clear surface of water - the beauty of the universe, the depth of the beyond, as reflected upon the lake! And, when I painfully realize my bag once full of pebbles is empty, I would give myself to the tranquil waters… like a pebble I will plunge unto the depth, to disappear unto the bottom.

Probably another traveller, with love for me would come and rest here, upon the banks. While withering your petals on him, whisper, oh heavenly breeze, that I lived here, throwing pebbles to the depths! Tell him, I lived within the purity, deep within, with a love for colours reflected up on the tranquil waters!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 23, 2012


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