Thursday, October 1, 2009


It moves on
And we, with it.
Insensibly we move
Like the in-flight feel.
Dates and days
Mere figures
Like the in-flight map.

Till the mind
Childhood sunshine
Adolescent love
Toddler offspring
Empty nest
A long race
Breaking the wand

And then you see
And feel
Its unrelenting advance

Like the wind
You ‘see’ from the eleventh floor
As it sweeps the thronging coconut palms
Which bend in unison
In an easterly direction,
And drives the rain too
Like an aerial wave
Moving eastward
Shrouding the distant land
In a misty haze.


P. Venugopal said...

beautiful. i too see the flow. past 50 i've been seeing it. yet there is something different about it nowadays, a shift in the way it reveals when deeply felt. here, now, we are. there is neither yesterday, nor tomorrow. only here and now is real, isn't it?
now, that is whole beauty of it. one continuous flow of now. bubbles form, flow and burst. the whole continues. this is TAO.

kochuthresiamma p .j said...

@ P venugopal
'only here and now is real, isn't it?'
strangely enough, sometimes here & now seems so unreal!

Balachandran V said...

In the last stanza, you have shown it to the reader. Like time, that image too has to pass. Everything shall come to a pass... my fingers tremble...

kochuthresiamma p .j said...

@ balachandran
yes. truth with its sheer uncompromising nature makes us tremble

Anjuli said...

This was my favorite by far!! You took the words out of my heart and sang them back to me- that is for sure!!!

Beautifully crafted!

soulsearchingdays said...

Absolutely beautiful!!