Saturday, July 10, 2010

hugging the stones, I meditate fervently

my axis has broken
after spinning for so long
on the ground that I lie now
I hug the stones close
meditate fervently for my love

my covert glances cannot hide
my overt hunger for you-
when did I manage to lose
the treasure in the moss-
my palms tried to enclose it

wrapping it up did not help
you escaped through the gaps
between my fingers-
now I have made railway tracks
feel free to travel on those

"let me drink to the end of my perfect dream"


flaubert said...

This is a beautiful poem
so nicely done!

Weasel said...

Beautifully written! Great post!


Elizabeth said...

The feelings here, are so strong they are almost painful. You handle them with care, honor and respect them. That is a treasure. Thank you for sharing it,


Stan Ski said...

Good that you can let someone go with no regrets.

Carlos Gesmundo said...

The way of Nature... One has to find his/her nature and path.

Nice, Gautami.

Best regards.

JP/deb said...

great poem! particularly fond of the lines now I have made railway tracks
feel free to travel on those


Harshad Mehta said...

"now I have made railway tracks
feel free to travel on those"

Yes let him be a free bird. Yours if returns!

feelings so beautifully put in words.

vivienne blake said...

They've all said what I was going to say. Thankyou for this poem.

anthonynorth said...

Excellent, as always.

Mary said...

Just beautiful, starting with the title and to the perfect dream ending.

SandyCarlson said...

Letting go and being there--not easy! Beautiful. Thanks.

Ramesh Sood said...

Very well said, Guatami..

now I have made railway tracks
feel free to travel on those

Needs total awareness about self to be able to bestow such freedom..
I always learn from your wisdom..

Jack said...


Feelings on someone you treasure going away expressed so well in the opening words itself.

Take care

Ralf Bröker said...

Good travelling-poetry.

Best wishes

Loch Rob said...

A heartfelt melody of love so close, yet lost. And how to pave a path back to that love? You poem seems so real. I hope your love has returned.

Geraldine said...

This is great Gautami, I especially like the last verse. Well done!

brenda w said... will never stay if it is held it.

railway tracks...Monday Poetry Train...? :)

one more believer said...

yeah what they all sed... those last two lines just knock us over with understanding... this is a keeper!!

Sandra.if said...

passionate overt...!

Tumblewords: said...

Excellent! Excellent!

Amity said...

wow...and i am amazed when i say that...:-)

beautiful metaphor I say so...

thanks for your comment in my post and sure I will link one of my latest short story at Monday Poetry Train Revisited!

have a nice day Gautami!

Lorraine said...

beautifully put Gautami, how I hate waking up from my beautiful dreams, sigh

Tuppence said...

Lovely writing . Have a beautiful style. Very nice poem

Julie Jordan Scott said...

Your final line is so prayer like.... mmmm... I want to drink it all in...

My "Overt" poem in this week's OSI -

Nara Malone said...

This was such a visual poem for me, could see the broken axis, the stones, and love that slips through your fingers. Lovely work.

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely done Gautami...thanks for this

Felicity said...

This was beautiful - I think this is the one I like best from amongst all your poems. :)
Thanks for sharing.

Jim said...

Wonderful poem, Tami. It so nicely tells the story of life and love and of the cycles of both.

When I got to the railway tracks I was reminded of a little family of seven I saw last night playing down with the rails of the London Metro. They were rats, Mama, Papa, and five kids.

And thank you for the nice prompt, Overt.

shail said...


Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

so well said,
what beautiful images.

my entry is up.

Bone said...

now I have made railway tracks
feel free to travel on those

That was just perfect.

Anonymous said...

beautiful and interesting poem well done:D Thank for sharing^^