Friday, August 20, 2010

The Brook

All that I accrued
All I got handful
Have gone with the wind
With the flow of time
When I was running along
Thinking to sing a song
One day ... One day!



Looked for the song while running along
Murmurs of the brook
Hustles of leaves
Whispers of flowers.
But couldn't hear, couldn't hear!



Got all that showered on me
With bag full I walked through
To find it empty
And to find self sticky.



The brook is flowing into haze
Butter-fly flutters in.
Scare me ! Who's there in mist?
Don't you see my loosened fist!



Am I in trance? The brook ends.
The halo I kiss
Sends tremor across
Waking me up
filling up my fists and bags
Giving a song on my lips.
The mist is gone, the mist is gone.
Am I in trance? The brook has flown!



Hrushikesha Mohanty
20th August 2010

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

The brook is flowing into haze
Butter-fly flutters in.
Scare me ! Who's there in mist?
Don't you see my loosened fist!

Very beautiful poem Sir.....Wonderful arrangement of words.

Regards
Bijaylaxmi

A B Sagar said...

Sir.... the poem sounds so wonderful. I want to ponder on it for sometime to get the crux and essence of the poem...

Anonymous said...

Awesome...

Really amazing... Have Gone with the wind...

Magical words.

Can come only from U Sir.

-----Gopi Mishra

Sanghamitra said...

It is the realisation of self in the wonderworld of Almighty. In other words realisation of being a negligible part of the cosmic world.

Wonderful creation through chaining appropriate words.

Anonymous said...

Very nice and thoughtful poem Sir.realisation of self - Have gone
with the wind.........
Regards
Kamakhya

Anonymous said...

You really have a very soft and caring hand in poetry.
Apa

Anonymous said...

A fine poem, especially the expression ..." Don't you see my loosened fist..".

Anonymous said...

Good work. Get going, Boy. Badabhai

Anonymous said...

Simply, Wonderful!
Many congratulations!
Elsa

Anonymous said...

A wonderful poem

Regards
GSReddy

Anonymous said...

Mohanty Babu, I donot understand why such hidden talent like writing English poem and story of high order could not be started from very early stage, I read " I accrued and lost......." is very good English Poem. and liked very much.Regards.Gagan