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Quest
When I get to my feet and face you,
It is no more a question of
Meagre existence to me;
I do not remember
Who am I or
Where I was born,
Anymore;
Vastness overwhelm me, and
Silence engulf me,
My desires defy senses,
I feel
I have wings, and
I can set off in quest of the forbidden world.
You helped me to look beyond
The three shades of time,
And interpret
The untold stories of this habitat -
Of men and their hardship,
Of women and their despair,
Of kids and their frolic yet neglected upbringing;
When I see through the mist,
The wisdom that has been accumulated for ages
Is bestowed upon me,
Yet, you have not uttered a word,
Only tranquil beseech me.
You were surprisingly silent all this while,
Then, why do I feel
That you will speak up any moment now?
When I set out from home,
I did not know
Where to find my call,
Now, you have revealed to me that
Every quest has a destiny-
As, has every wound a healing;
How do you know everything?
Amidst the mist, I wait
You have answered some of my questions,
But not all.
Photo Credit: Reetam Banerjee
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Thank you Reetam Banerjee for this wonderful photo.
I am linking this poem to dVersePoets on Open Link Night, week 43.
interesting interaction…love it when someone though helps you to see life clearly as well…which certainly gives you wings….
bmiller007 Thanks Brian. I am really glad to know that you find the piece interesting.
This is very tender, intimate, oersonal on a level that leads me to believe this is about a spiritual encounter with a side of yourself that overwhelmed you with self-awareness. That you can write about it so clearly and with passion is very marvelous to me. A wonderfully uplifting poem.
@shralec Thank you so much. Yes, it is indeed an encounter with myself, some thoughts that come alive when I visit Himalays.
When I set out from home,I did not knowWhere to find my call,Now, you have revealed to me thatEvery quest has a destiny-As, has every wound a healing;….love how that journey develops..
cmschoenfeld Thank you. I am glad you like it, but most importantly, what I must admit is that this poem is influenced by one of yours.
@abhrapal ha…now i’m curious…by which one..?
cmschoenfeld I can not recall the title exactly, but there was one you wrote about Anne Frank.
i don’t think every question can be answered. curiosity dwindle if it is so. a beautiful poem abhra. really like the phrase “three shades of time”. too often we are obsessed with one shade that we forget & ignore the other two.
@ArtOfLeo Hey Leo, yes indeed. I am so happy to know that you liked it. What you say about the three shades is so true.