Unbecoming of me perhaps
To prefer the chains that bind me.
Understanding that they make me stay
Not flit about, ether-like as those
Visitations within that seek expression-
Release, to wander endlessly, without
Should those chains fall away
My heart, it would then be free
And lost. Quite lost.
Winding and whirling like a kite
Undone.
Bound, I am.
(Boundless, though I know
I could be.)
So weigh me down.
Lest, unfettered, I loose me.
26 July, 2011
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July 26, 2011 at 8:33 pm
hmmm echoing the same sentiments in http://ajournalcalledlife.blogspot.com/2011/07/kite-without-string.htmlathough yours come out that absolutely beautiful way that I so love.
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July 27, 2011 at 2:25 am
Though to the stem is attached the flower,it perhaps lets it to be more brighterfor definitely a little more longerthan if it were to detach and wither.
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July 27, 2011 at 3:26 pm
One of your recent bests – for the quietness, composure and more importantly the emotion with which you say it. There is a certain earnestness in this piece. Somewhere that touches the most. God bless.
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July 27, 2011 at 3:29 pm
Forget about the poem.Even just coming here to this blog gives me a sense of home, that comfortable feeling being with something you “know”.oh n the poem do i have to sayalways love them :)Much Love
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July 27, 2011 at 4:41 pm
Sunitha, I read. And I found that resonance. But yours was so much more complete, and I loved the story and message it held! Thank you for sharing that, and the sweet words here!Govind, trust you to pick up a metaphorAnd give it the fragrance of that flowerAnd this write another note, to-die-for :)Thank you!Soumya 🙂 :)The earnestness you so kindly see, Soumya, is that perhaps I'm earnestly losing my mind :D. Thank you for gracing the notion here with your lovely words!
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July 27, 2011 at 4:59 pm
Shal… 🙂 much love to you too! Lovely having you here again!
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March 15, 2017 at 11:30 pm
A poem from way back when
Has been resurrected again
Some chains anchor
They hold no rancor
For many of us, a comfortable phenomenon!
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April 24, 2017 at 8:17 am
Thank you Gulshan!
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