Poetry

                             APRILS

 

        That for some years in April

        I linger on trees with new leaves

        in clear April skies ,

        I had put down to my advancing years ;

        finally taking that leave from life

        ageing people are said to do .

        Then why do I see

        shy green leaves in yellow sunlight ,

        like light turned to leaf , clear

        in clear blue sky ,

        and I stare rapt with recognition ,

        stoned , acheing , remembering ,

        as if returned from another life ?

       What piled up codes

       are unraveling together ;

       what is the meaning of this

       sly  mixing of future with past ?

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About ctaposh

Cartoonist, poet, social activist, development banker, documentary filmmaker, reader of books and realities, ponderer of questions milling around.
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7 Responses to Poetry

  1. ctaposh says:

    … all that is fine , but the devil , as usual , is in the details .

  2. Pooja says:

    Life goes on till as long as it has to be “lived”; just like the tree that blooms every April, year after year………..just like the old tree had been bare – limbed for a few months now. Walking past it one sees a colourless scene of dormant vegetation. The gray trunk gives no indication that in a few months it would produce lush green leaves and fragrant yellow blossoms. A close look at the branches reveals last year’s growth and a plethora of small buds. True they are closed tightly, not ready to open, but they have been there, proof that the tree is not dead, that winter dormancy is not forever, and that renewal and new life will come……….

  3. ctaposh says:

    Well , I think blooming trees and we are one thing – in fact, what is called universe/creation /etc are just one thing going on. Codes are a part of its software.

    The “sly ” part is : why to my mind departing from this world( as I am told I am) the light and leaf should appear like I am arriving again.

    This is the best I can do. If I knew better I would not have written the poem!
    Okay?

  4. Pooja says:

    Blooming trees in April have no piled up codes (or do they have?), but yes they do act as triggers to our piled up codes? Is that what the poet implies, if yes, then it is so pristine and not at all “sly”!

  5. ctaposh says:

    Gosh, Pooja , that was a punch !

    I believe no one quite takes leave; no one certainly wants to — there is a social conspiracy why this is said to be so!

    About what life is , .. I don`t know.

    And , yes , it felt sly.That is all I can say.

  6. Pooja says:

    Why does one have to take “leave” from life? Life has to be lived, it is bigger than the times, events, situations.

    Why does the poet refer to the mixing of future with past as “sly”?

  7. alwaysindian says:

    wow! thats beautiful! nice blog too…

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