Thursday, March 13, 2008


Tarry no longer my heart
weary and arid is this land
arise! this is the moment to start
come now take my hand

words are but trifles
meaning too deceives
Alas how it stifles
all that the ear receives

Why in the corner we hoard
thoughts that belong to the pyre
Murky footprints that have long trod
Ashes crumbling from a dead fire

There see the morning sun
the fresh breath of life anew
Dawn has come with the sound of One
The path is shown, open and true


Parvati said...

Truly beautiful.
'Meaning too deceives' is a line that somehow pleases inordinately.

The third stanza is again splendid in its simplicity.

I like the whole poem for speaking simply of an eternal Truth of the path being shown 'open and true' when dawn comes with the sound of One.

Of late, simplicity simplicity simplicity seems to be your forte in poetry/posts. Which I find moving and extremely beautiful.

Keep it up!

அக்னிபாரதி said...

Thanks Parvati