Sunday, May 13, 2012

the river and I ...


I go to the river everyday
to steal a little bit from her;
so that I can take a pinch of peace.

Daily I come to her
trying to measure her
feeling her through my fingers.
Every day I pilfer a little river
with a swiftness to be coveted,
to steal a little peace and
a palmful of serenity.

And yet I fail.
For she changes too!
From a straight line to a curved one,
now still and the next moment swirling,
greyish blue under the bright Sun and then
at dusk a  moss green,
now crystal clear and the next hour
 pretentious, draped in those silhouettes
just like me;
 as I am happy now
and miserable the next hour;
cheerful on Monday
but the whole Tuesday I am pensive.
In the morning we all sit together and I laugh
and then I cry the whole night.
She is no different
but like me.
So I come home, late night,
tired and disillusioned.
                       ***

and I realise I am the river ... and peace is not to be sought outside but within myself ...



24 comments:

R.Ramakrishnan said...

Lovely poem. Expressed the similarities between the river and humans beautifully.

The Unknowngnome said...

Oh how wonderful your moonlight reflects in this river!

I come here to steal a little bit from you, trying to measure your feeling, to pilfer a little peace and a palmful of serenity. You never disillusion me and you have not failed with this.

Hugs, Tug.

Dark Knight said...

Very nice poem, good use of metaphors to show how alike a river is to a human.

Sreeja said...

Beautiful poem.......I really enjoyed....

Ygraine said...

How wonderful your blog is!
I often visit, and every time I leave feeling incredibly calm and nurtured.
Thank you for teaching me to flow with the river into the very essence of being.
So beautiful...

Dulcina said...

Hi, Moon.
Your lovely poem has reminded me of a Spanish one which would say something like this in English:
"Our lives are rivers which, dying, run into the sea".
I also remember that "we can never swim in the same river twice"
Everything changes, transforms, so the water of that rives evaporates and it can wash you like rain or go to the river again...
Only God doesn't change: "For I am the Lord, I change not" (Malachi 3:6). That's a blessing to mankind. We don't have to wonder what God's "mood" will be today.
A hug.
:)

Animesh said...

Really great imagination.

ashok said...

lovely poem...

icyHighs said...

its a heady realization isnt it. (i'd imagine) it makes life a lot simpler once you're convinced it's true.

Rose said...

Ah Moon, ..'and the next hour pretentious, draped in those silhouettes! Just like me'
How wonderful! you describe I think every woman that there ever was - I love the comparison you have made:D
Brilliant!

Semaphore said...

That is a wonderful observation, that every time you dip into the river, you take away a part of its essence - and yet the river fills that temporary emptiness, that dislocation, with a flow that sees her different, and yet the same.

Brian Miller said...

there is much though that we can take from the river...though she does change over time she continues to roll forward and not allow things to overcome her...smiles.

Victoria said...

I enjoy how you built up to the realization at the end of the poem that peace is within...but I do live a block from a river and it is a special place to go. And she has her moods, too.

ayala said...

I hope you always find the peace within. Love this! xo

Biswajit said...

Wonderful poem ! Peace is within us... Learnt incredibly

Luke Prater said...

Wonderful poetry; your use of anthropomorphic/pathetic fallacy is just masterful. She.. yes she... and a sentient being as if human... v evocative

Jack said...

C D,

Life and river compared so beautifully. True, serenity lies within.

Take care

Rajesh said...

Beautiful.

Jeevan said...

Fabulous :)

It's the peace of mind and not the place almost.

Debopam said...

Lovely!!!!

Animesh said...

Good thinking friend.Really interesting.

Ash said...

this is really well written!

Rajesh said...

Lovely poem.

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

What a wonderful composition, and very true the river of peace flows within us , we need to find it and row along.