Shall I call it Journey?

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Shall I call it Journey?

Past

Sound, camera, action!

Replay of what I did I saw in minute’s profusion

In seducing arcade

And I stop seeing now –

Glories, happiness, success, setbacks, dictates,

Cries, screams, rivalry, love, and…

 

I stop but in a moment’s desire rewind to see

Mistakes on my part

 

So that I can make up today

And tomorrow, and

Day after tomorrow, and the very day ahead of the day

After tomorrow

And…

 

Just pack up, please!

I don’t want to see any more!!

 

Achiever’s Story

Ground floor!

Staircase and me…

I’m climbing

First floor!

Staircase and he

He’s climbing, too, with me

 

Second floor!

Staircase and she

She’s climbing

So do we – he and I

 

Third floor!

Staircase and us

We’re climbing competing with each other

Floor after floor after floor after…

 

Why staircase? Why not a distance?

Okay, let it be then distance…

 

Before I start,

I thought I had no guts

Before I fly

I believed I could never fly

Before I swim

I feared I had no fins

And, before I try

I figured the mountain was so high!

Why distance? Why not something else?

Okay, let’s just let the fate decide

Just look ahead and never turn around for what

I did and I didn’t

As time starts –

 

I mean, just walk…

Reviews

[Chaos]

I think are whole lives are filled with different emotional journey's to overcome. Some of them the "staircases" are too high to climb or at least they seem to be or maybe it's just something someone told us. I don't know every intricate detail of this emotion that you are trying to portray, but I felt compelled to read on and walk in my mind with your literary foot steps. Well done!

[emmajoy]

I love the way you write, especially in these two poems which compliment each other somehow... rather a start and a continuation of a journey.. or at least thought.

You've created some wonderful phrases ... 'I stop but in a moment's desire rewind to seeMistakes on my part' ...... 'Before I start, I thought I had no guts Before I flyI believed I could never fly Before I swimI feared I had no fins' ...... 'Just look ahead and never turn around for whatI did and I didn't As time starts � ' .... and that last phrase is a perfect finish. Or is it a beginning?

Wonderful!

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a flow of thoughts and feelings expressed here, moving around us and through us. Simply loved the words: "Before I flyI believed I could never fly... Before I swim I feared I had no fins.." Just jumped out at me. Thank you for sharing this poignant, powerful work!

[Obsidian Blackbird McNi..]

i didn't find these two pieces to be separate at all, only tail ends of the same two headed beast. I felt the narrative voice wavering from piece to piece in a fantastic dramatic fashion, in such a way that I felt that I knew her/him. well done, Raja, thanks for this.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I liked both of these poems. They are separate pieces. yes? One seems to make the metaphor of life as a film production and the other; a metaphor of life as a climb up a neverending staircase then changing direction in mid flow. What I like most about these pieces is just that shift; that feeling of spontanaity in the writing itself. I feel that is what the creative process for writing poetry should be, unchoreographed in its movements, free to explore vast new possibilities. After all, one does not choreograph a love affair. Simply a joy to read.