Wednesday, 14 January 2015

THE RIVER, SUBARNAREKHA

In one winter morning this year,
I stand upon a make-shift wooden bridge
Upon the flowing of the river, Subarnarekha,
Sunlight sparkling on waters
Light-bubbles dancing,
Looping and pulling time and tide alongside.
Moving fast with bouncing waves,
Glittering episode of life just survives with joy
Sharing and glowing with great integration.

I come here sixty years later
Of my childhood, and that time I stood here,
Played with water and sand,
And childhood memories do not mess
With present happenings, all are going
With anchor and shore,
With distance and dream,

The river Subarnarekha flowing with gleam. 

Note: This poem is written in celebrating Thursday poets Rally, Five Year Anniversary ,  Week 79, January 14 - 27, 2015, i.e. January 14, 2010 -January 14, 2015.

14 comments:

  1. a willful sentence,
    a lovely observation,
    thanks for sharing.

    :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. a gleam of light,
    a string of hope...

    powerful verse.

    ReplyDelete
  3. memories dance and dreams fly..lovely poem

    ReplyDelete
  4. This is beautiful. My favorite.

    ReplyDelete
  5. sixty years of experience,
    it reminds people of time and history,

    thanks for the spark.

    ReplyDelete
  6. kora-leah meet faust wilson17 January 2015 at 09:41

    nice.

    ReplyDelete
  7. seasons changes, aging or growth,
    it depends on specific people.

    glad to see dynamics in your poetic thoughts.

    ReplyDelete
  8. The passage of time and the inevitability of nostalgia. beautiful

    ReplyDelete