I was Born
To the WATER
of my Soul
- Ever Flowing
and ever strong
To the smell of wet EARTH
after the rains.
To the SKY
that's too far away
to make the distinction between
exists or does not exist.
To the BREATH
that smells of someone else.
To the FIRE
of my heart.
holy moley, this is great! so visual with so few words. and what a great use of metaphor.
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kj
Nicely done :-)
ReplyDeletePerhaps the best that I have read of you. Superb. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteHi kj: Thank you! Coming from a writer, that means a lot!
ReplyDeleteHi Raaji: Thank you! How have u been?
Hi Himanshu: Thank you!! i like my 2006 posts better tho.. but thats just my personal opinion :-)
You know..after you mentioned your 2006 posts were better, I went through every single post that you made through 2006 and apart from one post available Here I still think that Panchbhoota is one of your superior works. :) Good One again.
ReplyDeleteHimanshu: OMG thats so... incredibly nice of u. Now, i will value this poem a lot more.. THANK YOU!!!! and also, of course, for bearing with a whole year of posts!! Am totally amazed and truly touched. Thank you again.
ReplyDeleteAs nice as ever
ReplyDeleteTouched my heart !... Lovely one...and feels as if u poured yourself into it..
ReplyDeleteOnkar sir: Thank you!
ReplyDeleteHi YKMSW: poured myself like molten iron... yes.
Spirituality of words is so earthly, so aquatic,so ethereal, so breezy , so passionate that one thinks as to where one belongs-- to this world or to the other world.....
ReplyDeleteHi Anonymous: The other world. Mera mazhab hai akash..
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