Sunday, June 14, 2009

Before I lose more

While clearing my table this afternoon, I came across a piece of paper on which I had scribbled something while I was in Goa in April. On the last day of our national sales meet, just before the closing, I wrote this in a jiffy. I might lose the paper sooner or later, so posting this here.

I thought I lost my pen
But what I lost were
My thoughts
A 24-hour journey from Delhi to
Goa was spent
Playing cross and noughts
Without the pen, of course


The mind was at work
Though it couldn't quite work out
The whole point of journeys
Of life, the mystery of
Lost clout
A pointless discourse


Many things were going on
Were all put on hold
One thing went on unstoppable
You see, couldn't help growing old
Nothing else got worse.


— 9 April 2009, Cidade De Goa, Goa


5 comments:

Shaheen said...

Wonderful!

jesse said...

hmmm! Very Nice.
..and just for my knowledge...that's poetry right? Duh!!

Soyoung said...

WHEN JUNE IS COME


When June is come, then all the day,

I'll sit with my love in the scented hay,

And watch the sunshot palaces high

That the white clouds build in the breezy sky.

She signth, and I do make her a song,

And read sweet poems whole day long;

Unseen as we lie in our haybuild home.

O, life is delight when June is come.

by Robert Bridges(1844~1930)
* * * *
Personally I feel comfortness and peace from this poem. So I want to share this poem with you. You may have read of this perhaps.
When I feel pointless and at standoff, lying in a bench with my H, I used to find this trivial happiness comes from combination of all the little tiny fragment daily fruits. It'll be too sad if we think we lose something everyday. Hope our lives be times of recalling and appreciating for what we have had and will.

(sorry for too much words :-P )

Ashish said...

Thanks, Shaheen! And yes Jesse,that was meant to sound like a poem :-)Thanks Soyoung for sharing that poem by Robert Bridges and for the comment. Never mind the words. You are always welcome.

Naini said...

I love what you have penned down. Its a good thing you had a pen and a paper. Anyways, I love the thought process behind the lines. An expression is worth a thousand words.