By Megha Sood
Member-at-large
My fingers tracing those invisible
unetched dreams on my table
some skewed and some forgotten
by the cruel bouts of merciless time
Time doesn’t discriminate
Doesn’t it?
A warm cup leaves the impression
a circle of incessant pain and angst
of monotony and cacophony
The incongruence of my abstract thoughts
forming a shapeless vortex around my waist
tightens its grip on me with every passing second
But I fail to lose hope
I’m a pessimist, they say
The taloned fingers clutching onto the last shreds
of dreams and reality
but my mind,
Oh! my ever beautiful mind
never stops dreaming
My fingers trace the time
dipped in those droplets
the eternal beauty of a broken promise
etching a beautiful prayer
as a part of my morning time routine.
Megha,
Welcome and I enjoyed your poem. Our brains, our thoughts, our hopes, our plans so easily thwarted and then time….what do we know of what we have and so precarious. Life a joy and a sorrow at times, but we create to make sense of it all, at least I do and your poem does give me hope. Though I fight the whims of the pessimist, I am very much the opposite and glad of it. But I do understand. Well done.
Thanks so much Janet Fagal for sharing your thoughts.Im glad that you agree with underlying emotion of the poem that though our plans are often thwarted by merciless time but we still should be hopeful every waking day
I feel and understand your words. Thank you.
Thanks so much, dear Virginia for reading and spending your time with my poem/ I really appreciate it.
Thanks so much for featuring my poem. Its an absolute honor to be part of the NLAPW
VERY POWERFUL. NICELY PUT TOGETHER.
Thanks so much for your kind comments.
Lots of deep emotion but sad! Makes me sad for some reason! I’m an optimist! Look @ Tiger Woods- in PGA today – just a short time after his terrible accident and almost loosing his leg! He is still optimistic perhaps not for winning but
still showing up! Hope that everyone continues to show up and make the best of their situation!
Thanks, Mara for your thoughts. The poem starts on a sad note but ends with the promise of prayer. I think pain and sadness are also universal emotions that strings all of us together but we hope is also necessary for survival, as you suggested. Thanks again for spending time with my poem.