Friday, June 12, 2009

Climbing minds



It stands
Erect at the peak
supreme in its simplicity,
Holding out its arms
in welcome
A refuge from a troubled world,
A troubled mind.


The paths are many,
Through dappled meadows,
Arched palms,
And dark woods.
But the two climbers,
see different things,
In the evening gloom.



He, of the mind full-of-worms,
Striding across creeping plants,
Snapping branches like
One day he would his mind,
Hitting his stick on the stones
pretending it was her,
Ensuring that she would get lost,
And he rushed ahead,
Missing the path to the peak

She could barely stand,
Trembling with more than fear,
She dissolved onto the floor,
And tapped around for support;
A small clearing with trembling hands,
shows a covered step,
So a bit closer to the top,
Somewhere, a lopsided smile,
The trees are charmed,
The branches bend to escort
As she struggles across the
clearing steps,
A short breath,
she spies a bud

Face up to the sun,
waiting for a new day,
On its own.

The slow trudge to he top,
Limbs tired , so too the mind,
But the mixups in the brain
have cleared, like the air
after the first monsoon rain.....

Nature has its own court,
For offenders of the mind,
They are lost in the woods
Worms all over their mind,
Parasite is as parasite does.

Excruciatingly tired,
She sighs as the house nears,
A door swings open,
Friendly faces at the window,
beckoning her to a new life,
Where a troubled mind
Is patted asleep,
Comfortably fed,
And she nods off,
To wake up to a new day,
Amidst her new friends
The mind in smiles.....

13 comments:

  1. Lovely words that create an interesting picture in the mind.

    Have great weekend!

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  2. A fascinating story poem with a happy ending.

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  3. Hi,
    I visited your delightful blog through one of my friend's blog. It needs one correction though.
    You are not an old lady. you are still very young.
    Loved all of your posts.
    Keep writing.

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  4. Deep rooted meaning in your poem. I drew a paralle to life and its living, and this way it is more insightful.

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  5. Lovely poem. I am glad it has a happy ending for 'her'!

    I would love to read your own interpretation of the poem, though.

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  6. I would like to know your interpretation also. This could have held several different meanings in my mind. Have a good week.

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  7. Sylvia Thank you...

    Darlene Thank you..

    Sudhir KekreThank you for the kind words, and welcome to Gappa...

    nsiyer Observing life around us, often inspires such stuff, particularly when one cannot directly do anything to help...

    Manju,Judy Its the continuing saga about "the brave lady" in the previous poem. The husband, drunk on his so called superiority, intimidates her with erroneous pieces of information about her disease, that frighten her. Believing in his so-called intellectual brilliance, she is traumatized by what he says. His is a mercenary attitude to destroy her confidence and honest effort to combat her affliction. She is supported by a loyal group of friends, and will hopefully emerge out of all this.

    Its really a take on brilliance bordering on a schizoid mentality, and the simple, loyal , suffering woman trying to emerge despite enduring it in her life.

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  8. I read and re-read and then again...the pain and the hope clutched my heart..
    And then I read your interpretation and also read the 'brave lady'.
    Written with emotions...raw and strong.....
    Beautiful.
    Hope you friend improves and recovers after being out of the cruel clutches of her tormentor....

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  9. I read and re-read and then again...the pain and the hope clutched my heart..
    And then I read your interpretation and also read the 'brave lady'.
    Written with emotions...raw and strong.....
    Beautiful.
    Hope you friend improves and recovers after being out of the cruel clutches of her tormentor....

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  10. Oh that is sad really. What a brave lady is all I can say. I feel like giving her a big hug and telling her it will be all ok. Suffering when it comes to a mental illness is distressing and its the people around that can sometimes do further damage through ignorance and fear.

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  11. Lovely words.

    I have to say ... great shot, vahini :)

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  12. SGDThank you. I hope so too.

    Lilly So true.

    Another Kiran in NYC

    Agobai, wansa ! Khoop diwsanni alaat ? :-)Ghya ho, thoda panha ghya.. Hya melya ukadyanni agdi nako kelaye ....

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  13. Intriguing and enimatic...poetry that invites speculations.

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