Through the flying times I knelt
27 February 2016
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
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Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
An excellent poem. Brilliant lines flickering with the waves of the candle light.
~ Dajena 🙂
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Thank you Dajena 🙂
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Welcome Geetha!
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Like the flame of a buring candle sketched into a tempest.
I love that line the most.
Very powerful images here, Geetha. 🙂
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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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Beautiful heart felt words Geetha.
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Thank you Adele. How kind of you 🙂
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“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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Thank you so much Melinda. My son had made a paper airplane that I had saved for later as he was very small when he made it and it was an achievement for him. When I tried to use it, parts of it were in tatters so it brought to mind those lines later on during the evening.
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You’re welcome 🙂 That’s a great story behind the inspiration! So glad it lent you those lines! 🙂
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🙂
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birth to death – you express the in-between beautifully
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Thank you Hector 🙂
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*welcome
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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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Thanks again. I guess sometimes I get breathless 🙂
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Leave others breathless, more like! 🙂
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😀
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This is truly beautiful!
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Thank you Manan
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