Through the flying times I knelt

Through the flying times I knelt

27 February 2016

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We are born

Like in a whirlwind

The hours strike

Our birth’s time

Like flame of burning candle

Sketched in the tempest

 

We grow needs

The crowning of life

Wilting through

What heart heeds

Within the morrows I sow

Food for my own thought

 

There are shades

Painted within me

Where I find

Alternates

Possibilities to breathe

Scarcity of you

 

We are born

Like paper airplanes

The winds lift

The winds rip

They set us lone and adrift

From our shining selves

 

I am not

My death is open

Like a book

Angular

Each corner a tilting point

Where I die some more

 

The fate blind

She grants me token

Of morrows

Where I lie

A closed copy of myself

Within deep set grave

 

We are born

Like a flight of geese

Panicked flight

Left to right

The Northern skies ours to please

As we yearn Southern

 

Fortune said

She favours the brave

I forgot

How it felt

To wish upon a new day

Untainted by sigh

 

Holy grails

Within my faint grasp

Air leaving

As I gasp

Through the flying times I knelt

My tidings the nails

 

Reading of the poem: 

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21 thoughts on “Through the flying times I knelt

    • Thank you Eric. I like that image too. It first came to mind when I saw a bollywood movie. The extract that really brought that idea out was this one. Very bollywood but perhaps you will like it. Actually watching it again brought another poem to my mind

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  1. “We are born

    Like paper airplanes

    The winds lift

    The winds rip

    They set us lone and adrift

    From our shining selves” I love the truth embedded in these lines and the way you twist and turn the metaphors for life and it’s sufferings.

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  2. You are welce. Right from the title to every line, I devoured it or should i say I was devoured.

    “There are shades

    Painted within me

    Where I find

    Alternates

    Possibilities to breathe

    Scarcity of you”

    Poetry at her flying best.

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