Search This Blog
...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Monday, 16 April 2007

..feeling tired...

feeling so tired what should i do
feeling so dull what should i do..
Oh God!!..
what punishment i deserve from thee...
this exam is killing me..
how i come out of these books so vast as the sea..
what do i do..that you have taken everything that made me glee..
on the top of that its so hot..its killing the very me...
this heat stings me like the sting of a bee...
i wana be me..very me...
Oh God!!!! ...
don't burden me with all the trauma..you gifted me...
its the days ahead after the exams that i wana see....
the very thought of that fills in me a sense of me....
i go joy to think where i will be....
its my home...my Ladakh...where else would i be....
its the nature's lap which seems like calling me...
feeling sick n drained in this place where i am forced to be...
its Ladakh ,my home where i want to be.. :)
Posted by at

5 comments:

The Poet said...

Hello.
The pressure of studies & exams can take their toll on you & I know from experience how heat can make you miserable & uncomfortable.

Just do your best, have patience & think of all the rewards at the end.

Thanks for sharing.

Yesterday With You

6 October 2011 at 03:41
Tameka said...

Oh how I remember these days. Take your rest and come back strong the next day. It will all pay off in the end. Nothing that does NOT tire you is really worth it. ;-)

http://lyricfire.typepad.com/lyric-fire/2011/10/lyric-fire-look-at-my-fabulous-life-bonus-material-secrets-songs.html

6 October 2011 at 06:26
photos by jan said...

You'll get there, keep on keepin' on. The heat is so draining I know,makes the brain swim,good luck to you in your studies.

6 October 2011 at 10:01
Indrani said...

Take one thing at a time it will be easier. Exam times are always strenuous.
Very well expressed.

20 June 2015 at 22:54
Purba chakraborty said...

Lovely poem. During exams, we keep thinking of the things to do once our exams are over :)

21 June 2015 at 01:22

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)