Some days are worse than others.Things don't go as planned, and you are left feeling dissatisfied, helpless , and restless . This poem is an outcome of that agitation. Some of us would be able to relate to it.
Life !
Why don't you let me catch my breath?Why don't you let me pause a while?
Why don't you allow mirth and jest?
Why don't you let me smile?!
The ball keeps forever rolling,
Forwards, backwards, sideways,
Feet keep shuffling, muscles straining,
Endless juggling ,endless replays.
The proverbial carrot keeps sliding,
Ahead of outstretched hand,
Shove and push make me cringe,
The jostle won't let me stand.
Orange and russet merge in a swirl,
The sunset is one big blur,
Birds and butterflies are just blotches,
Rainbow's pot of gold, a lure.
Multiple chapters, most unfinished,
Loose open pages flutter,
Images forming and dissolving,
Sqeezing out of the clutter.
As forehead's furrows deepen,
Past one's prime, the penny drops,
Whether you race or amble,
The tasks will never stop !!
I will finally catch my breath,
When there are none left !!
सब दिन न होते एक समान,
ReplyDeleteThings donot go as planned
पल पल बदलते है तस्वीर
Donot get attached, keep free.
Poem has truly depicted the conflicts between planned and achieved due to ever-changing circumstances in day to day life. The last lines: " I will finally catch my breath,when there are non left" has emotional impact too. Excellent depiction.
DeleteThank you Vijay . Glad that my lines managed to touch you..that is the purpose of writing.,🙏😊
DeleteThe feeling is so well reflected and what you've penned down is so true
ReplyDeleteA big thank you to all friends/readers who have posted anonymously.Your encouragement keeps me going.
DeleteBahut sunder.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteBreathtakingly beautiful expression!
ReplyDeleteKeep breathing my friend
Long or short
Regular or not
Gratefully perceive the blurs and blot -
It's life ❤️
साँसें और ज़िंदगी का कोलाहल
बताते हैं -
Show अभी बाक़ी है दोस्त 😊
हाँ दोस्त,शो अभी बाकी है,और अपना किरदार निभाते जाना है। Thanks Sabina.
DeleteVery true for every one. Rajeev jha
ReplyDeleteThanks Rajeev.🙏
DeleteHow very profound! And yes, can very well relate to the feelings!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ❤️
Rosy
Thanks Rosy, grateful for the appreciation.
DeleteSounds like deja vu .. जिन्दगी कैसी है पहेली हाये .. good one Rashmi
ReplyDeleteKrishna Sahu
Thanks Sahu, with age the "paheli" part seems to unravel.😊
DeleteLife's conflict well expressed. It reminds me of H W Longfellow's A Psalm of life.. Tell me not in mournful numbers/ life is but an empty dream.....Act --act in the living present/ Heart within and God o'erhead!
ReplyDeleteAlways a pleasure to read your comments, SaimaThank you..
DeleteLet me add the last stanza of the poem you mentioned above which will sum it all.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
ज़िन्दगी की कशमकश, जीना इसी का नाम है, वाह रश्मि बहुत सुंदर 👌
ReplyDeleteDr Meena Birua
धन्यवाद मीना
DeletePasting my father's comments.
ReplyDeleteYour poem depicts what life means. It is long chain of problems seeking solutions.It was Bertrand Russell who says that life is long march through the night surrounded by invisible foes tortured by weariness and pai n.Shèlly says oh West wind lift me up lhave fallen upon the thorns of life l bleed. All this lam writing from fading memory .There may bè mistakes. Never think of past and future. They are source of misery ànd anguish. Live in the present and enjoy. No exasperation.
What a pleasure to hear from uncle! How truly and aptly remarked!. My warm regards...
ReplyDeleteWill convey.🙏
Deleteसपनो के अंदर सपनो में
ReplyDeleteकभी मचलता कभी सिसकता।
अभीप्सा ये जिजीविषा की
माया डोर में कसा खिसकता।
आपका आभार ! खट्टे मीठे मायावी सपनों का अनुभव है जीवन।😊🙏
DeleteTruthfully & beautifully depicted the eternal struggle called life... the way
ReplyDelete"He" designed it ..... Bhaiya.Ranchi
Thank you Bhaiya. We have to understand His ways.
DeleteYou have nailed it Dr. , exactly as we all feel, yet going on in the same manner.so well written, Dr.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I thought that some would definitely relate to it. Next time please don`t forget to add your name.
DeleteWell Expressed ! So relatable..." Multiple chapters , most unfinished..." I feel fullstops in life are just an illusion. Commas are real...continuity is real. Each chapter (adorned with a plethora of experiences - both pleasant and unpleasant ) transforms us into a newer version of ourselves....ready to face yet another set of experiences......zindagi ek safar hai suhana.....muskurate hue din bitana....yahaa kal kya ho kisne jaana 😀Cherish the Commas ❣️
ReplyDeleteThanks Namita. Life is made of commas and the better option would be to cherish them .There is just one definitive fullstop!!
DeleteThe Last Two Lines --- Ufff !!
ReplyDeleteIt touched me .
Thsnks Rumi.
DeleteThis is so beautifully expressed Rashmi ❤ could relate to every line of the poem. Great going dear 👌👌
ReplyDeleteThanks Urvashi. I realised that life experiences are more or less the same for everyone..the degree and timeline may differ.😊
DeleteYou have raised a question unanswered so far.
ReplyDelete...
“All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances."
But we continue living this way till we reach the end and realise that what is left of us is:
"
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
Tanu
Thanks Tanu. I would not put is as sans everything. True, that our sensory and mental faculties start failing, but we have the experience of a unique journey called life!!
DeleteLife goes on, with sweet and sour days beautiful lines, Rashmi
ReplyDeleteAnjula Minz
Thanks Anjula.Sweet and sour tastes good .😊
DeleteWow! You have beautifully conjured up the images of the conundrum that is life. Your father’s comment is so apt and so full of erudition
ReplyDeleteShashank
The conundrum is gradually getting solved.😊
DeleteMy parents, both of them were great fan of literature, Hindi and English.