On the rainy streets..

Devon's group capture, image #3

Here goes the crowd 

with their armours 

over their busy heads 

on sullied sepia streets. 

Gone were the days 

when enjoyed the rain, 

pouring down to ease 

and appease, a treat! 

Push your way through,

ram into that train,

stuffed and choking 

go down the stream.

When did it change, 

shift in sanity. 

Reflection seems clearer, 

the actual being,

the one you're supposed to be.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'Push your way through, -- ram into that train,.. ' - push way through life and what it holds, perhaps..

You've really suggested movement in your thoughts about this image. There's a near urgency in what you see; similarities to the comings and goings in Life, day to day, ever changing.

[K writes]

Push your way through,
ram into that train,
stuffed and choking
go down the stream.


love this part so much, this is a very wonderfully written write

[Surya pradha]

wow again. another simple topic written to perfection. i don't know how you get your ideas! Keep writing!

[Thaddius]

A note of complaint to the modern age - all the more intriguing in this past-seeped setting. We've lost something of the original condition, in the bustle of cars, protection of boots and umbrellas, just as it slips further away today with the latest innovations. I bet there was once a caveman who lamented a fire. 'Once, it was cold, and we had to huddle all together to stay warm', he might have said. There's an ineffable longing for the purity of what came before, just like there is for what will follow. Cool, thought-provoking work

[CA Anurag Sharma]

things we have forgotten in this mad rush of mouse race.... good one

[sL]

I appreciate how well the first stanza describes the image. It was perfect!

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

In the hustle bustles of today's life we dwell in ourselves often so rarely.. We have forgotten to be ourselves in the race of becoming the best!
Great write.
Thought provoking!

[Devons]

A very poignant and concisely compelling reflection on the loss of innocence and the question of what life and identity really means. How life changes as we grow used to things! Used to adulthood and repetition - the charm of ordinary experience greys and fades into mundanity and function, when once we saw it so differently through young and charmed eyes, forgiving and positive. As this poem suggests so touchingly and tragically, we do indeed become plain and anonymous, a crowd of indistinguishable people with no time to ponder or wonder, world-weary, empty of fascination for what once seemed magical and new. The rain and the train stayed the same, but we changed, we became changed, unknowingly, unintentionally...
The final line conveys all this: are we what we're supposed to be ...or what we should be..?
A charming, subtly emotive poem.

[Avinash]

Walking on the crowded amidst rain could be quite painful experience. But once in a while I may give it a try.

[Sindu]

I agree with you, hahah! That too on our muddy traffic filled roads, yuck! But in small doses rain can be enjoyable. I rarely step into it but I mostly enjoy when I do. Do try. Thanks a lot, Avinash.

[KWP]

oh well thankfully i have never followed the crowds ... urgh ... we create our own reality, if there is something we don't like it is a simple step to the left or right to change our own lives ...

an apt poem to nudge the masses but I think life is in front of us ... it is up to us if we choose to grab it or not xx

[Sindu]

you never are a crowd follower! Amazing views. Loved them. Thanks a lot, Beth