Poetry of the day

Growing Up

It happened when we grew up .

Earlier it was always possible

to get back to friends together

on decisive matters in a day or two

like if you manage to spit

upon the shadow of a flying eagle

it will not , after all , turn

into a gleaming gold coin ,

or horses can sleep standing up ,

or girls are quite different

but are human beings still –

and , clean , go to sleep

of a reconciled universe .

Growing up , growing old, afterward

has been made up of going away

in various ways

of friends and everyone else ;

piling up of decisive matters

unreconciled ; turning of sleep

into a long season of waiting –

like an exile in this universe .

About taposh

Novelist, cartoonist, poet, social activist, development banker, documentary filmmaker, blogger, reader of books and realities, ponderer of questions milling around. Still curious, somehow.
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2 Responses to Poetry of the day

  1. terry varma says:

    I really liked this poem, Taposh. It touched many chords

  2. Pooja says:

    Wonderful…….and as always, poignant!

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