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Monday, January 14, 2008

Move On...



Listen beyond the voice,
of these memories.
What exists now shall never again repeat.

Seek beneath the layers,
of fallen leaves.
New ones are bound to grow after the fall.

Look through the spread,
of our fingers.
Its only the memories that we keep.

Wait for an other season,
till these emotions die.
Then I shall be reduced to just tears on your cheeks.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

beautiful poem .. very well written..

Abhijith Jayanthi said...

@ Anna..
Thanks a lot!

Anonymous said...

baagundi nanna

Abhijith Jayanthi said...

@anonymous..
Thanks mom..

Anonymous said...

Nature's facts reflected in a lovely poem ...
Keep it up

Abhijith Jayanthi said...

@anonymous..
Thanks a lot! Just an addition to your point..we seek to relate our experiences to natural happenings.. or rather as you said.. nature's facts.. but we dont really appreciate that the feeling of pain to ignore our emotions is far stronger compared to death of nature's facts. This post is only an attempt to look beyond the present and understand that the feeling shall pass too

Anonymous said...

My experience... strength of the feelings also is a relative phenomenon. Nature keeps the balance by always opening several doors when it closes some..
We have, I would say, no choice but to experience the pains it inflicts and keep moving ahead.Your poem says everything.. Once again my best wishes to you and look forward to read more of this quality from you..

Abhijith Jayanthi said...

@anonymous...
Thanks a lot for your wishes.. I appreciate your gesture! I hope I got your identity right..if my feeling is true.. I would rather understand that this pain is now a part of my life and I enjoy it.. and I guess that is the way I move on..