Sunday, May 22, 2005

Learning to fly

This is my life
And everything else
Revolves around it
And as it revolves
I live it

This is his life
And everything else
Is absolutely still
And as it is still
He moves it

This is her life
And everything else
Is happening now
And as it happens
She creates it

This is our life
And everything else
Falls into place
And as it falls
We enjoy it

This is their life
And everything else
Ceases to exist
And as it ceases
They drown in it

This is life
And everything else
Builds it up
And as it builds
It is lived


gulnaz said...

absoulutely fabulous!!!!
absoulutely love it!
its the kind of poem which should be read out loud and i have already it thrice, i think...super...:)

. : A : . said...

gulnaz - Thanks a lot, glad you liked it so.

Pincushion said...

This is creation!! An intricately woven lace of a poem and the marrying of philosophy to it..loved it.

Chiraag said...

Would it be possible to add me to your list of links or your blogroll? If you want I could link back. Please post your reply on my comments. The url is

It would benefit our blogshares a lot.

Anonymous said...

Life's such a mystery to me...

Beautiful, as always! :)

Miss Qt

Pincushion said...

Thanks for your prompt reply on my comment! Looks like you are online right now..LOL ;)..NOW theres a nice!

NicoleBraganza said...

Wow...I love the build up, beginning from I the centre of the universe. Agree with Gulnaz, reading it aloud gives an even greater impact!

stan laurel said...

This is a well-organized poem. I like its progression from it, to him, to her, to our, their, and finally, it again. Life is all about learning to live while finding happiness.

Brood Mode said...


"This is his life
And everything else
Is absolutely still
And as it is still
He moves it"

These lines especially bring out the power we have over our own lives.

The flow of thought is fabulous!

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finnegan said...

I love this poem. It has that beautiful sort of inevitibility about it that says it shouldn't be any other way.

I was wondering about your peripatetic life and whether you write poetry in any other language?

. : A : . said...

Pincushion - Thanks! Glad you liked it. I went offline when your second comment came. ;-)

Chiraag - Sorry, but I don't play blogshares anymore.

Miss Qt, Nicole Braganza, KJ - Thanks.

stan laurel - Yes, life is a full circle.

Brood Mode - Thanks. Had already linked you a while ago!

finnegan - Thanks. I don't write poetry in any other language. What else were you wondering about my peripatetic life?

Pincushion said...

Just my bloody luck! Story of my IS offline N so r u!!LOL!

Cocaine Jesus said...

Fabulous poem. I love its flavour of eastern mysticism which speaks such sense of such inevitable things. It has a 'musical' quality to it that I really like. thanks.

. : A : . said...

Pincushion - That was cryptic ;-)

Cocaine Jesus - Yes, I wrote it with music in my mind. Glad you could pick it up.

thoughts said...

the stage set by the Master Planner, the story outlined by HIM.. the story of LIFE being played by us...each a different story .. no two stories life, his life, their life.....difference from reel life - no rehersals, no re-takes.... u get just one chance..and it is lived...

mermaid said...

Simplicity at its best. Almost see it as a song.

Anonymous said...

such a pretty poem. so simple, and its so pleasing. life's a funny funny thing we do. gets a little insane no, once in a while? and you are blogging. so much at that. what's with you saying you cant find the time to?


J said...

"I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something help me burn out bright
I’m looking for complications
Looking cos I’m tired of lying
Make my way back home
When I learn to fly (high)"

Geetanjali said...

Isn't it amazing how each one of us thinks our life is unqiue, but in the grand scheme of things, there is a little bit of his,her,their life in each one of our lives?
Lovely poem August - interesting take on the perspectives, and as Gulnaz said, it has a wonderful oral quality to it!
Heheh - I kinda echo Phal on the blogging alot comment! ;-) Not that I'm complainging abt it tho!

musafir said...

Liked this one a lot! Always fascinated by poems with a philosophical tilt, and this one was truly marvellous in that sense.

This piece feels like one of those moments when we stop running and take stock of everything around us, defining Life as we know it, before we resume running. And you seem to have run a lot! :)

. : A : . said...

thoughts - Thanks for your perspective!

mermaid - I wrote it with music in my mind.

Phal, Geetanjali - Thanks. Somehow I feel I am not doing as much as I would like to. :-)

J - Lovely words, aren't they?

musafir - Thanks a lot. I am just 'running to stand still'. :-)

AmitKen said...

once again it's wonderful ..

I loved the 'This is life... it is lived' part :)

TwistedNoggin said...

ooo, facinating. This is one of those few poems that I could re-read constantly.
Thank you so much for sharing it!

dewdrop said...

sigh...nice, very nice

Anonymous Poet said...

Great -- for its simplicity.

. : A : . said...

AmitKen, dewdrop, Anonymous Poet - Thanks.

TwistedNoggin - Thanks for dropping by here and commenting. Look forward to seeing you around.

Anonymous said...

Articulation kills thought?
Right when I was convinced that translating thoughts for anybody or anything makes them so diluted, I came across this. Maybe it's the effort, maybe it's the words, or simply, it's the eye. No connection, but it reminded me of a miles davis song, fast car. The progression's similar. I think so. You may beg to differ. :)

It was indeed a distinct pleasure reading.

- neeru

. : A : . said...

neeru - I won't differ. I like hearing different takes on the writing. Thanks for coming by and commenting. Do drop a link if you are back.