THE BEGINNING

In the material world, a person seldom hears his heart! This poem speaks out the story of such a try - that symbolises a good fight and the ultimate win of the heart over the brain!

One night, I sat on my chair

And listened to my inner choir

Oh! And wherefrom comes this cry?

So melancholy and so dry!

 

I feared the sound, and decided to wound

Cease the try! Stop! And freeze the cry...

The Brain thus spoke, and I did admit

For in a choir, is unwanted a cry!

 

Something throbbed and gave me a shake

Don’t forget what makes you wake!

Essayed to think, but my memory fell

Don’t worry " Your heart’s still well!

And thus I purposed, whilst

The doubts ceased. The Mist,

I tried peeping through, eased.

And faintly emerged the voice again!

 

The ears felt and the heart did smelt

The agonising sorrow, ’where did he borrow

Is Jailed in a circle, alike a sparrow

Heard I, a boy, with a lost tomorrow!

 

What you believe is what you see!

Alas! For the lad! As it seemed to me!

His belief was broken and efforts ceasing,

For he’d tried in vain with time bleaking.

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“Take my ship and travel the tides,

Collect the stones, ’the past so wide!”

And I listened the shells, and saw the signs...

Where lived the oysters with life that twined!

 

Relived the little Joy who leaped and played

With the winds he sang, with the flowers danced!

With birds, he wished, he would fly the seas

But light got locked and lost went the keys!

And stood the boy, watched his future jumble.

Still his hope was never to tumble.

As he stroke at doors with all his might.

Alas, was left with only one sight!

 

He hated to be stamped, wished a revamp, and

Run away from the meaningless empty camp!

His heart, saddened, saw his hope weakened.

Despair and grief made his sight blackened!

 

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Give a knock! Ping a jerk!

Awake! Awake! O Sleeping Knight!

I wished I say, and I thought I told "

And I saw a light, in his eyes, glowed!

 

Loss of hope is trivial, perseverance grand!

Let’s find a place I can strike my stand.

All’s steel, need a hammer to settle this deal!

But behold! What’s that throbbing, red I feel?

 

Drum the beat! Pump the pulse!

With jubilant temper, he struck the bell.

The Heart did pump, and the Brain did bump!

Finally triumphed in singing the Midnight Sound!

 

Thus resurfaced the little Joy!

Failed finally was the cruel fate’s ploy!

Flew with the birds, over the seas in the sky!

Thus I listened to my heart and chose the future I now ply!

 

NAYAN

Tuesday 1:44 AM,

12^th Jan 2010

Madhapur Flat, Hyderabad

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Your concept seems simple to me but you've managed to stretch it into several, well-tuned verses. Your writing style sure is fluent and with a jumpy feel to it. Your words are very much alive and your message, well-delivered. Great Poem.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Cassandra D.]

Oh my god, this was truly amazing!
Okay, it's now my favorite!
I enjoy reading poems like this...!!!
Excellent!

[mystic soul]

Wow This one is amazing!! listening to heart is the best thing a man can do! " great write!

[Tate Morgan]

I truly can relate to this