Us

Hand in hand we walked, across the breadth of land,
Across the oceans, and into the playground of God’s Hand,
Where the stars and planets, mere dots, went past in a blur,
And our thoughts seemed to happen before they could occur.

Wanderers we were, travellers in time, travelling with time,
Letting our footsteps and shadows catch up, taking their time,
We used to wonder if someday we could even play with time,
Perhaps take time back to a time before its time.

And watch with glee as our memories grow larger than our lives,
Yet each of them being only mere fragments of our lives,
There were such a number, that each one seemed new,
It was like painting our canvases, our lives, old and anew.

Our lives were the journeys, and we were the destination,
A lifetime was the distance, and eternity the inspiration,
Our tears quenched our thirst, our laughter filled our bellies,
And our memories showed the direction to our weary mind’s queries.

We walked, we ran, we flew, we stumbled, we fell,
And bruised our knees, more times than could to each other tell,
Yet we kept moving, as if enchanted by and in our own spell,
Sprinting, lest time escape our clutches and sound its knell.

Though every memory lasted only a moment, every moment was a memory,
Yes moments are momentary, for us though they were monumentary,
Those we never wanted to end, and those that themselves never ended,
Like the sky and the ocean, only to the eyes they appeared blended.

The story was us, the characters were us,
We listened to us, and spoke to us,
Matching step with step, we reached the end of us,
And completed this dream, this life, together, as us.

Back to my forte, abstract extrapolation. Made myself a promise to dedicate an hour every Sunday to write atleast one poem for the week. Spend the week scribbling a line or two once in two days, and complete the entire piece on my ‘Sunday hour’. This one was completed as the first output of such a resolve.

Had the line “take time back to a time before its time” hanging in my mind from the last 5 days, and decided to do something, since it kept bouncing around refused to leave mind(that’s the way it always is with thoughts that strike me in the rain, like a lot of others, this one also happened when I was walking last Monday, drenching alone in the rain). And besides around 10 days back had written a title ‘Us’ on my scribbling book to be a future poem containing what I knew not, just keep writing down titles that seem nice to my mind, and write up stuff to fill it. Actually its more like stuff keeps flowing on a lot of things, and so do titles, its more of a mix-and-match of the two.

This one is another on my utopian world where people who are together, are together because they are meant to be, want to be, and choose to be. They stay together because they know no reason to separate and see no reason to. They are separated only by circumstances at a physical level, which is none of their concerns, because they only ‘survive’ in the physical world whereas they ‘live’ in their own meta-physical world where they aren’t relative to things, all things including time are relative to them. A world where their thoughts turn into realities simply because no other reality exists except their own thoughts, and since they don’t have differing thoughts, there is only one possibility of, their thought.

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5 Responses to “Us”

  1. Dream Catcher Says:

    wow!! truly a poet’s heart…

    u r too good..!!! u spoke my heart ….

  2. licencetorhyme Says:

    🙂 Thank You. Nothing Really. Just some abstract interpretations of my thoughts. Was instead impressed more by your site and was pulling at my hairs to get the depth of them.

    What I didn’t get though is what exactly did you like in the poem(s).
    Its kind of funny, to know something is nice and not know what.

    But thanks a lot for checking out my blog.

  3. Dream catcher Says:

    well..if i start saying about the verses above i have to quote whole of poem..:)
    the mere lucidity n humbleness catches the eye..
    “us” moves with us..
    i feel.. distracted distributed…
    but ur words seems to weave alot …they weave among them a story..

    Perhaps take time back to a time before its time

    so nice way u have put up ur thots…m simply amazed..

    bout my writing..i guess they are jst gibberish ..ha ha..

  4. Dream Catcher Says:

    ha ha. Mr ghost..
    brother ..thanx so much for putting on cloud nine…yeah we can have a debate on that..for istance if u open my comment book u can very well see how well i have been criticized..anyways its not about proving though..i jst write what i feel..

    yeah if it does make sense to u..i wld b so happy to give u a hug..n I mean it..i wld love to see it in ur blog..

    hmmm i have been to ur last blog too..n It such a honour n pleasure to meet u..everything is so brilliantly drawn..

    may b i hv struck gold 😉

    p.s. hey if u can help me out can u please tell me how u got ur own domain connected with wordpress blog..i intend to do that..but have not got much idea..

  5. Dream Catcher Says:

    Oh yaar..
    m in debt of u now..thanx so much for this..i owe u…

    i do not have a domain n i really want it to change..wordpress seems to b costly affair isn’t it…i was under the impression that i will have to set up dedicated server for hosting my domain..well i exactly needed this that i get to register my domain n get it redirected to my blog…

    ur way seems a clever thing to do..which site i need to go n exact way…

    if possible can u mail me
    my mail id is
    distantcords@gmail.com

    well we jst met n asking so much from u..thanx a bunch yaar

    by ur other site i meant..ur blogspot blog …

    hey i wanna see all ur murder history..!!! so how can i get hold on them 😉


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