Life is short see the industrious ant the tiny bee
in split seconds crushed killed under the feet
life is joy loss and sorrow,there is but tomorrow
all have a journey a purpose, strong or weak
all things but appear a meaningless scatter
when lost is the touch, body gone for ever
objects clothes even words don't score
when cherished valued person is no more
one may keep snaps , books, cards and files
it becomes a storehouse of still silent piles
The heavy prompt rests on a serious note
reminds me of poet Ghalib and I quote
'when I ceased to be,they found no ends
only'some love letters, some snaps of friends'
(chnd tasweer e butan, chnd haseenon ke khatoot
baad marne ke mere ghar se ye samaan nikla)
so what to leave behind and what all to take
leave the old memories, carry all good no fake
for a writer, its the pen filled with non drying ink
the notebook , the laptop to maintain the link
with it I may sling on my camera a gifted Sony
would love to ride and fly on a white winged pony
strong or weak, bright or dark all end down on knee
but stars shine, will shine till eternity for you and me
This is the enlightenment that distances matter not
If hearts have love, one is present, present or not
9 comments:
This is beautiful...! Love the easy flow of the verses line after line..giving off a sense of peace and tranquility.. :D
xoxo
Oh, so beautiful and affirming, that all have a purpose here and, especially, "If hearts have love, one is present, present or not." Wonderful, Anjum.
Thank you Dear Sherry
Thank you Sanaa for your encouraging words
Material things are not important...you remember someone who gave you love nuturing real friendship and smiles and while you live they live with you.They are part of you and when you die it will carry on like a chain of remembrance.
"If hearts have love, one is present, present or not"..I feel it...a beautiful poem..
Yes. When I saw "there is but tomorrow" I didn't see that it was a critique of the ant and the bee. But by the middle and end of the poem enlightenment grows. "The meaningless scatter" disappears and--because of Love we do today--what is distant remains here. QUite a circle of love--hand holding pen on papr and writing from the heart.
Thank you Dr Susan your response adds much to my writing and imaginative 'enlightenment' I look forward to it.best regards always.
hope filled promises........................:)
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