Wednesday, March 11, 2015

The fear..




Among the countless fears on this earth,
the most giving one is the fear of getting dumb..
quite like being there in the pompous grand hall
where your voice is as thin as the floating dusts
but you are determined to speak to all.

There always is the fear of the golf ball missing its hole.
Such is the agony of a word, finding a wrong home.
The lone bird reciting a poem on the hilltop
belongs to the heart. 
The heart alone knows the finest touch of its feather.

Could the bird have got the loudest of voice
that poor heart would not have to toil more.

In the vast desert of blankness certainly there is an oasis
where the echo of the sweetest song is manifold 
Marathon of life must go on until then
thus and the fear of getting dumb
makes you gradually a lone watcher of the sea bed 
that displays indiscriminately
the shells and the pearls.