One two, one two, one two,
And so the key notes sound,
Almost as though they have
Played it, this tune of pain,
All along… There is the key note which
Reminds me of rains, and there is this key note
which talks of the hoof on the wet lands…
You might get up, and see,
Rising sunshine,
Which talks of the happiness that is in the form of those rays,
And the joy of small droplets falling across your sill,
While it is you, sitting by the window,
Curtains raised, welcome the dance of playful nature…
Few drops come down to kiss you,
Some just pass along with a gentle touch,
Wetness of emotions, touching the smiling pallor,
Much has that pallor suffered pain, and this…
And these droplets , they wash away the hurt
They wash away those pains, which are unsaid and unheard…
There is this sweet respite in the notes of Piano,
Which notes the sweet song of the wintry rains…
Fair and sweet, this coldness speaks,
Fair and sweet, this cold nature shows,
It tells us the reason for its coldness
Is for us to find warmth inside,
Warmth of this soul, that which is the greatest gift
That possess the insignificant we…
Winter is oft proclaimed as season of death,
But for an esthete, it proclaims,
It unearths, the beauty of life…
Winter is a sacrifice by God unto we,
To make us remember the beauty of life,
That runs within…
You may feel the Piano lies,
But a key deferred changes joy to sorrow,
And a key differed changes sorrow to joy…
Ye may perceive Winter as death,
But for the lover who romances the beauty of life,
Every season is a great friend,
Guiding us through our short yet sweet lives…
Rains may be tears, but mate, remember the girl
Remember the girl who dances when it showers…
Rain remains no longer formidable pain,
But rather a sweet Elixir of Beauty of life…
Remember the smile after rain splashes
across the face of that beautiful girl…
Remember the huddled little child covered in a quilt of love,
In winter, waiting for your embrace…
Then, my friend, sorrow in the dampened environ
Ceases, and all that it leaves behind is incessant joy,
All that it leaves behind is incessant happiness,
All that it leaves behind is incessant Love,
And all that remains in you is the loving smiles for a lovely life…
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
8 comments:
A beautifully written poem, full of rich images. I really enjoyed it. I especially loved the girl dancing in the rain - beautiful image.
Karthik,
A very placid appreciation of the seasons and the value that comes from each. Here you concentrate on winter and the changes that it brings. I like the musical background and the rain drop notes!
Winter, a time to rejuvenate...
Very nicely written,
Eileen :)
There is a nice resonance in this piece.
great rhythms.
lovely piece.
Here is a poem that showers a beautiful mind’s rain on me. The meanderings of this ‘beauty’ reflect up on many things, including window sills, rain and rays of the sun, and shows me many planes hitherto oblivious to me. This mind some times impatiently tries to grab in a hurry, harmony and bliss in one seize like a child taken to a toy shop. This hyperactive aesthete is a multicolored optimist, for else, who could be so full of and obsessed with beauty.
“Then, my friend, sorrow in the dampened environ
Ceases, and all that it leaves behind is incessant joy,
All that it leaves behind is incessant happiness,
All that it leaves behind is incessant Love,
And all that remains in you is the loving smiles for a lovely life…”
This flurry of imagination indicates how close you are to the springs, the substratum of all creativity. You have a great future as a writer, a poet and I am sure you will spread only beautiful light all around you. Blessings will always find you and reach you.
I loved each and every line in this poem………Thank you dear Karthic for “The Experience”.
@Everyone - THANKS A LOT PEOPLE!!! :):)
Means a lot to me...:)
Another good one. Cheers
Luke @ WordSalad
Beautifully written.
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