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...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... :)

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

a dream :)





and suddenly
in the deep silence
of the night
a dreaming of mine 
begins

last night
i dreamt of beauty
that sight
a burning river of fire
engulfed me
and a brave madness
erupted inside me
i leapt from the bed
and went searching for beauty
high up in the white of the hills
flying across the endless skies
drifting along the misty clouds
taming the canaries and falcons
surfing the seven colors of the rainbow
i wandered into the Savannas and the Prairies.
Bathing in perfumed gardens
gyrating with lilies and the blue bells
searching among the green of the meadows
for that oasis of Eden.
Singing hymns to the wildflowers
i crossed vast deserts into faraway lands
where the winds made music
in praise of her charm.
Blasting away the calm of the forests
i hunted in the night with pumas
riding wild stallions
looking for that pearl
that hidden shrine of forever.
Jumping from the highest cliffs
diving into deepest ravines
drowning into unfathomable seas
i was a madman
in ecstasy
half-burnt
by the inferno
of this elusive beauty
suddenly
as if the dead have risen
from the grave
my phone rang
and from the invisible world
you whispered ' Hello!! '
and my search for beauty
ended :)

17 comments:

Simran said...

Yet again a masterpiece from you, Rigzin. Your writing is so much intrigued and very smoothly you take your readers to a different world. Any girl can fall for you after reading this ;)

Saru Singhal said...

This is profound work. Love the way it ended. Also i like how you have used the words Savannah and prairies.

Ananya Tales said...

Artistically Written !

Anita said...

Happy ending :)
Nicely conveyed1

Jyoti Mishra said...

I loved the whole dream sequence. Journey throughout the wonders of nature, an angst, a feeling of incompleteness and hurt, wanderings and waverings and then you suddenly came back to the reality with a ringtone. Beautiful work Rigzin !!

Indrani said...

Nice flow of thoughts. well worded.

Rimly Bezbaruah said...

Wow, that's all I can say!!!!

sulekkha said...

Incredibly creative and artistic post. It was a pleasure to read your work.

Kriti said...

Absolutely stunning piece of poetry! A pleasure to read you always Rigzin! You have a fantastic way with words : ))

Alpana Jaiswal said...

Beautifully written. Reading something after a very long time...

Amrita Sabat said...

Excellent one! At the end came a surprise- U needed 2 go nowhere- not to Prairies, not perfumed gardens, not deep seas- just a call away was ur destination! :D

Tameka said...

See, everyone can't do this. Turn words into jewels, poetry into magic. This is lovely Rigzin. Welcome home dear. Continue to share beauty with us.

Seji said...

awesome buddy... Keep it up!

Roma Gupta Sinha said...

Lovely Read!

usha said...

... Wonderful dream!! Wild beauty of nature" burning river of fire" sarvanas and prairies" Oasis of Eden" high cliff" unfathomable sea" half burnt and risen from grave by the phone call.. You called these a Beauty of your dream.. A proper masculine thoughts!! WoW!!

ladakhphysio said...

Lovely !

Fatima said...

Reading this after 2 years but it's hauntingly beautiful !