I am a river…
on the way to lush green rich thick forest
loaded with bountiful nature
creating ripples of terror unseen, unheard of
there he was in red trousers and black headgear
awaiting innocent birds to peck on grain he had spread around
like the rumours of hatred he loved to create out of thin air
I too was passing through this forest
carrying out my job of quenching thirsts
of farms and farmers
I was a river in full swing
he spared a look at me
his insulting gaze pierced me
he too was scared but adamant
sitting behind a huge stone trying to hibernate
I was in the body of a river that day
I flowed away;
he was sitting in the town square
his loot in front
little cages filled with tiny beating hearts
enamoured with feathers and wings
of all colours and hues
selling at breakneck speed
with his fist full of wads
his glorious victory was flagging all around
today with head high
his eyes held abuses for all and sundry
once again I was the river
I quenched farms and farmers
I flowed away silently…
there he was sitting by the flesh market
his chest was hidden behind vest velvety
eating bread with honey
eyes intoxicated by fulfilled desires
he threw another insulting glance towards me
I was the same thirst quenching river
I flowed away with my gurgling waters inside me;
there he was walking on the road to rule millions
eyes laced with wines of power
walking on thin air he crushed his minions
he knew he could carry his own sermons
the song on his lips danced to the tunes of stolen love
he kicked a rainbow coloured stone
into my flowing waters
he roared and laughed aloud
like all other days that day too
I was a free flowing river;
every single day
he gets up
walks the road to lush green forest
catches his catch
sells and buys and then spends
parrots
sparrows
pigeons
intoxicated
he dances every evening
with each passing day
he looks at me with heightened insult
every single day
dwarfs him a bit more
every single day
he sheds one more of his limb
every single day
he climbs mountains of arrogance
every single day I end up being
a free flowing river…
…when ways are different … days for sure get carved out differently…and although the genesis of the end in the end remains the same for each one of us …its consequence works out differently for different people…
…I am truly bewildered by your ‘ways of seeing’ ( also the title of John Updike’s pictorial essay on aesthetics and painting ) and I am trying to fathom the depth of your perception …thinking all along that will that be ever possible to get to the heart of a creative genius ….which unceasingly caters to our thirst…
…surely ways are different …for one that was the quenching of thirst that made life realize its full contentment ‘… I was a river in full swing…’ which was all in contradistinction to the ‘…creating ripples of terror unseen…’
…if we don’t look around we are also sure to miss the cue abound in the nature around where the mundane life’s petty gain which are mere figment of nothing, can get into are tempers and head ‘…today with head high …his eyes held abuses for all and sundry…’ whereas the river with all its modesty humbles away in measured silence ‘… once again I was the river I quenched farms and farmers I flowed away silently…’
…you have been wonderful in depicting the working of our psyche…where if we don’t act deliberately we are sure to sacrifice everything at that alter of ego…losing ourself bit by bit like that fabled protagonist ‘…he sheds one more of his limb every single day he climbs mountains of arrogance’ whereas the river that ever since knew where it stood amidst the ‘… lush green rich thick forest loaded with bountiful nature…’ followed its ways to the liberation ‘…every single day I end up being a free flowing river…’…a freedom from every bondage rooted in ego and self…
…through with your poetry now Dear Pritts I am left wanting for more although I know a lot many a amazing things have already come our way…:)
thanks Prateek, your review is just wonderful.. thanks a ton…
…that ‘s actually ur writings Dearie Pritts…that creates a magical world of its own…on its own…the place where I can too bask in your brilliance and for sure that’s where I love to be … 🙂
MAAM this is brilliant in many ways and quiet flows the dawn prateek now I understand why it flows quietly and freely