I was but weary,walking these streets,
Empty with darkness of the dead.
I was searching for my sun,
Whom I had lost to this enfolding darkness.
My spirit was down and I just wanted to lie down,
Like that street dog beside a garbage can.
Life was but wasted effort without the sun,
Dark and cloudy with untold thoughts,
That were pregnant with questions.
You there my son?Who could answer these?
For were you not my sun,eternal at rest?
Me! your Mom is walking these streets of restless nights.
Come! Take her home to give her a bed,
Along with you in a sunny world.
Jayamala.
Blogs That I Follow.
- http://navallanga.blogspot.com
- News Item That touched Me ....There was one article in this month's Reader's Digest about Kamalbhai Parmar who is running a fabricating unit and who runsa school,rather a tution school for the poor students in Ahmedabad.It takes a large heart to start something like this.I do wish I can do something like that too.Atleast be able to teach in such effort .
- Books That I am reading now.....I am reading "Under Orders" by Dick Francis.Just started.Seems to be about issues in racing sport.
- News Items That Touched Me Today----The bicyc;e scores over train and car in a survey conducted for two wheeler travel ina congested metro like New York as the fastest transport..
- Movies That I Liked.....I watched a Malayalam Movie called'Vastu Hara' in Kairali T.V.yesterday.The story touches about losers who migrate abandoning their personal properties during divison of countries and realtes to the creation of East Pakistan called East Bengal dividing Bengalis .Also running underneath the main issue is the personal loss of property which gets rejected by the Mother in the story who is offered the same back by her Husband's relatives.
- Books That Are My Favorites----Somerset Maughm's short stories,Arthur Conan Doyle's 'sherlock Holm mysteries',All of Shakespearian dramas,The Bronte sister's writings,Poems by Mathew Arnold and Tagore's 'gitanjali'.This list is not exahaustive.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
As the sun sets...
Far in the orizone
Holding your hands
Close to my chest
shall we sail?
through the tides of blue
and the weeds of green...
Till the darkness come
And reach the land of dreams.
Post a Comment