Handcuffs on a Train
Weary were the eyes, rolling againIn a journey alone, life begets more
Glancing around aboard the swerving train
Something unusual and spirits soar
At long last, eyes came to rest dry,
Upon a man, gray haired and stout
He could pass by and leave no one shy
And yet in his eyes, a long sad drought
And then it shone, eyes totally aware
Of the metal glint, and irrational troughs
A legendary piece, unfound in fancy ware
Eyes not failing to read, the handcuffs!
What the crime ? What treacherous task ?
The mind worked, the train swayed along
And then our eyes met, they meant to ask
“Why are you so right, and I so wrong ?”
When eyes rest, and the mind sweats
Reasons bloom say the eternal wise
Handcuffs, we all have, in our heads
To hands, they move, in a game of dice
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by the way, any special feeling for you to design such a theme?
Poignant!
@Alex : Thanks for tagging me.. Sreejith too has tagged me for the same.. I was thinking that i am still to young and naive in the blogosphere to take up this tag, but anyway shall do it.. :) and you are so right, when we allow our heart to be bound by rules set previously by mankind our lives lose taste.. That is a different interpretation..! Poems get interpreted differently by different people, and that is their sheer beauty.!
Reasons bloom say the eternal wise
Handcuffs, we all have, in our heads
To hands, they move, in a game of dice ..."
I clearly recite all your poem which are full of meaning and towards the end, i find they evolve a mind totally.
this work is like finding a mixture stirred and settled.
when u consume it completely/fully you realise the concentrated part, and then/there you understand.
NAture is the truth,nature is the cure, nature around or within us is all that your poem talk about.
Srijith you are truly gifted.
your poetry keeps your readers arrested.
A born poet :)
Thanks for your kind words..
@Gaurav : Thanks my friend. I hope you enjoyed it.
@Maya : Nice to know that you liked the poem. Maya, i insist i am just trying to be a poet. :)
Thank you friends, for your encouraging and supportive comments.
handcuff's for the mind,there are many
a lot of thought has gone behind this post. so uve freed ur mind of the handcuffs nay ?
//And then our eyes met, they meant to ask
“Why are you so right, and I so wrong ?”
When eyes rest, and the mind sweats//
@Has to be me : Nice interpretation has to be me.. Thanks for your kind words..
@Starry Nights : So it provoked some thoughts, did it..Thanks a lot for your support and encouragement..!
@Gaurav : Am I really worthy of those kind and generous words.. hmm makes me wonder..! If some day I become "well known", I shall always remember you..
@Ajay : An important question you ask there, joey boy.. I just discovered the handcuffs in my mind.. I`m in the process of getting freed, I must say.
@Marutham : Thanks for your appreciation. :)
@Country Fella : haa haa..! I know you get scared of poetry..! just a few scribblings my friend..!
To hands, they move, in a game of dice.'
How very true.It is these mental handcuffs that act as hurdles to progress.Let us strive to rid ourselves from them.
"“Why are you so right, and I so wrong ?”"
This is a question we always have in diff circumstances...
"Handcuffs, we all have, in our heads"
Bingo...This is so true man!
great piece yet again! :)
@Mathew : Thanks a lot, mathew :) Hope you enjoyed it.
@hillgrandmom : That`s a nice compliment, there.. have fun..! Thanks..!
@Scribblez: A few words to bing in that philosophical strain..! :)
Thanks for your support.!