Wednesday, September 7, 2011

life ...

27 comments:

suvaiba fatima ahmed said...

yeyiee i am the 1st one to comment...!..!!
mmmmm life for me i usualy come up with one statement-NO COMMENTS
but i think you have the ability to decipher it and thats a wow quality
it is amazing..! this piece of words
tc
suvaiba/!

emmettwheatfall.com said...

Lovely! I enjoyed following the progression of birth to appearance, then struggle.

Tulika Verma said...

beautiful!:)

Brian Miller said...

love this...what an image of new life bursting forth...and the rain i am sure is a much needed refreshing

Rose said...

How in tune nature is! Lovely poem - when I see a great oak tree it is always hard to beleave that it was once just a little acorn.

robkistner said...

Hi Baishali, Rob Kistner here. This is a piece well written, engaging – good work… mine is here: http://www.image-verse.com/clown

Sheila Moore said...

Oh yes, you have described life indeed. Nice job. Glad to see you at d'Verse

The Unknowngnome said...

A 15 line treasure. The rain is longed for after a scorching. Keep humming!

ayala said...

a brave root...a sweet write :)

charleslmashburn said...

Beautiful writing. The struggle to be born, then the trials. Or is the rain a blessing? Perspective is importaant. I love this poem. Gives the reader room to dwell and wonder. Nicely done!

My weekly offering: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/cannonball-3/

Ann LeFlore said...

Such a great poem and love your site so much your words flow and are amazing wonderfully written thank you so much
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/08/the-crimson-witch/

The Noiseless cuckooclock said...

birth is beautiful in many levels.
well done!

fiveloaf said...

this is lovely baishali.. standing tall under the rain and be nourished with lifes giving.. my entry.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/01/30/lines/

Jannie Funster said...

Ahhh, and it's an oak.

Birth and seeds sprouting are our 2 great miracles.

Beautiful words.

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Into every life a little rain must fall. It is nurture unless it is a climate-busting deluge like we seem to have lately worldwide. Evocative read! Thanks.

Brian Miller said...

glad you popped back in today...hope yours is wonderful...

Andy said...

Hello Baishali.
I hope you are well.
This is a beautiful poem of life, despite the harsh environment and the gratitude for lifesaving water (upon second reading, the water might not be so welcome, especially if it's anything like the floods that we're having here on the East Coast USA).
Excellent imagery too.

Always a pleasure to stop by here and immerse myself in your honeyed words, Baishali.

Thanks for sharing & for the visit too.

Under Blinking Stars

ShonEjai said...

Beautifully written. Inspiring!

tenraikenshin said...

"And then it rains." Perfect ending to such a lively and vivid piece of poetry!

Tarang Sinha said...

It's beautiful & uplifting!

nefariousx said...

Beautiful poem.
Well written and executed.

Great Job!

Mary said...

Just a beautiful word picture!! The ending is wonderful. (Will follow your blog and continue to return.)

Cassiopeia Rises said...

This is wonderful! Nice work.


Melanie

RoHiT Iyer said...

Lovely piece of writing.

keep 'em coming!

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RoHiT
dial-a-denial.blogspot.com

inaweblogisback said...

Lovely! Life and the struggle to survive.

tolbert said...

...the intensity of the struggle. the intricacies of the roots...the will to push forward and survive. the earth is barren...and then it rains.

beautifully done, moon! a picture of the wonder of life!

Jack said...

C D,

Fruits of efforts with persistent confidence told so emphatically.

Take care