I've ponder'd much, without a clue...
'Bout sunlight and its complex hue!
Is it yellow, or is it white?
How I've wondered day and night!
All my childhood when I drew
The clouds were white & sky so blue
And used just yellow for sun's hue
Did all that change as I grew?
Now wise-men talk of the prism's might
To scatter a rainbow by a ray of white
Blank is my mind, miserable my plight,
Knowing 'colours' are 'bending of light'!
Complex theories n' heavy jargon...
But yellow, not white, is my sun!
How do I gulp all that they say?
When I see that yellow, not white, is the ray.
Snow-peaks glisten in the morning sun
White are the peaks & the rays golden
Or is it that they're trying to claim...
That yellow & white are much the same!
Then I begged my mom for her to explain
This little puzzle that's causing me such pain
With a smile on her face, twinkle in her eyes
Something deep, she did philosophize...
"There's more to life than meets the eye
And all u see could be a lie!
Amidst silence there's a lot to be heard
And so much could be said without a word"
I couldn't grasp all that she said
But now when the sun-rays are spread
It troubles me not as it used to before
And I enjoy the magic all the more!
Acknowledgements -
Painting illustration - "Sunset Lake" - Anthony Ulinski
http://www.anthonyulinski.com/
'Bout sunlight and its complex hue!
Is it yellow, or is it white?
How I've wondered day and night!
All my childhood when I drew
The clouds were white & sky so blue
And used just yellow for sun's hue
Did all that change as I grew?
Now wise-men talk of the prism's might
To scatter a rainbow by a ray of white
Blank is my mind, miserable my plight,
Knowing 'colours' are 'bending of light'!
Complex theories n' heavy jargon...
But yellow, not white, is my sun!
How do I gulp all that they say?
When I see that yellow, not white, is the ray.
Snow-peaks glisten in the morning sun
White are the peaks & the rays golden
Or is it that they're trying to claim...
That yellow & white are much the same!
Then I begged my mom for her to explain
This little puzzle that's causing me such pain
With a smile on her face, twinkle in her eyes
Something deep, she did philosophize...
"There's more to life than meets the eye
And all u see could be a lie!
Amidst silence there's a lot to be heard
And so much could be said without a word"
I couldn't grasp all that she said
But now when the sun-rays are spread
It troubles me not as it used to before
And I enjoy the magic all the more!
Acknowledgements -
Painting illustration - "Sunset Lake" - Anthony Ulinski
http://www.anthonyulinski.com/
10 comments:
wise boy !! :)
a poem for a change was gud....i started reading it...and loving it..but then suddenly it ended....if you could change the ending sequence, i had love it more :)
Sandeep-bhai! Point taken :). Actually when I reached the middle of it, I realized that I was dragging it a bit too much. Perhaps, hence the end might be feeling abrupt. Besides
"Amidst silence there's a lot to be heard
And so much could be said without a word" ;)
Umm... liked the start. But then it kindof became too much information. You an engineer or poet here? :-)
Lol!!! I agree :)
Saggybhai.... humaray janae ke baad to aap kavi ban gayae!!!
Wow! Very well written poem! Keep it up!
Yeah saab kya IPS-IPSec ka efect hai???
Kab Kahan Sab Kho Gayi Jitni Bhi Thi Parchhaiyaan
Uth Gayi Yaaron Ki Mehfil Ho Gayi Tanhaiyaan...
Pehle To Maein Shaayar Tha, 'Quarantine kiya IPS ne'...
;)
LOL! Man you only getting better at it!!!
I know THE reason... I know *when* this happens to a man ~~wink wink ~~
And yes, when you reply the comment, also email a copy, so that I don't have to come hunting for the post :)
Yes... Man sings under 4 circumstances -
1) He's drunk
2) He's in the bathroom
3) He wants to win "Indian Idol"
4) He's hallucinated under relentless torture
4th is my case ;):D
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