Magical are those moments when we get overwhelmed by certain emotions, ones which are inexplicable. Certainly the ones which render our innermost thoughts on canvas of life in varied colours and forms.
Impermanence is the law of life and change is inevitable.
Sometimes this transition is just another change else it brings lot of mixed emotions stocked inside a jar which get released together. Like a burning incense where the fragrance gets diffused along with delicate fumes in all directions ,so are invisible emotions randomly scattering, within the atoms of the zephyr trying to find out their destination.
They travel collide, run, hide and seek the nucleus of this anxiety,or ecstatic movement. There is no kind of attachment or detachment defined while in this condition. One feels free ,like a free bird flying above the seven seas and the next minute one tends to feel like chained by societal norms and relations.The strings of duties entangle the perching feathers of the bird,pinion it to one pole ,while its claw tries to disentangle the sordid caged condition.It gazes at the vast expanse ,yearns to be embraced by the blueness and drops a tear often to be wiped by its own feathers. During the night , the vanishing stars carry its silent soul to another abode which seems real ,yet far from the reach of its own flight.
When bloomed the palash flowers
Brightening the blue skies of my world
They set the emotions on fire letting those buds
nipped off the branch and smearing the nostalgic ethereal dust
in plentiful measures
Scarlet or saffron ,the deep tinge evoked endless sensations
Which reverberate with the atoms of universe
in a seeking of finding its own abode
Whether at feet of the creator
Or lying unnoticed on ground till shrivels the petal with arrival of different season.
4 thoughts on “Transition”
Such beautiful words…and I love the title!
Thank you so much for being here and liking it.
You sure know how to view things in a candid manner and with a twinge of philosophy. Tapping the whole emotions of seeking freely and being fettered the next is so close to reality. The poem touches the inner chord and shades of life effortlessly, Soumya.
Thanks a lot Vishal. Just a thought that usually runs in our mind might be most of the times but we often lose words when it comes to expressing. Always great to have your view on the same