Incomplete.
As I stand at the base of the Everest,
At the base of the sky
What feels like the world,
I can't help but feel so small
So tiny among our worlds
So helpless
So. useless
And useless I may be-
Among this sky,
This world
This planet.
For I mayn't contribute as far as mother nature provides
But for I try.
For I connect
I close my eyes and lie still amongst the trees
The soft spring breeze stroke my face
I feel the clouds moving above me
Moving
Shifting
For they are never still.
They never remain.
They never lie still amongst the trees
They move.
Moving
Shifting
Freely
Freely amongst the skies
Venturing as far as they destine
And chasing their goals.
I stand at the base of the Everest, and I think
I think
The thoughts spiralling my mind like snow in a shaken globe
But my globe feels incomplete
A piece
Cracked
Missing.
Gone.
A piece that flies among the skies
Among the clouds
Among the worlds
I stand at the base of the Everest, and I try
I try
To seize that piece
To capture it.
To place it in the cracks.
And I fail.
I jump for the moon
But I land with the stars
But the stars are where the beauty lies
Where the best view stays, stationary.
But the moon is ever moving
I ask myself,
Why
Why
Why
But I answer my own question
Why?
Why do the clouds venture across the seas, the land, the sky?
Why does the moon run so far out of reach?
Why does that piece feel incomplete.?
As I stand at the base of the Everest.
I can say
I know why I feel so small,
I am so small
But the impact I make shall run far out of reach
Far
Far
Far away
Far away from the land and up to the moon
Far to the peak of the Everest
To the peak of happiness
And I still feel incomplete.
The feeling I have the utmost desire for
Is so far
Out of reach.
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Comments2
('useless'
is, by its very name
a kin, to 'use'
maybe others at any, one
snapshot perspective of Time or Place
seem, to have more use
or purpose
yet
none of us know, like
those droplets, lost
to monsoon showers
which, drop
will determine the birth of a brooklet
or which brooklet, of the many
that falter eventually, will
end-up being that vital
last addition, to birth a stream
and-on
till, we're looking up the majesty of waterfalls
collated destiny's
shaping the mountains of our planet
Everest itself, sculpted
by a mere droplet...)
so be kind, to yourself dear poet
last time i checked
none of us had a vote
in choosing to exist before, birth
so we're all trying to correct, our fate's
after the fact..
maybe we should 'Reach'
for those easier yields
let happiness come n go
in its illusive state
while, we craft our days
out of shallow smiles
that never reach our eyes
but so what
if we but make it, to another
daybreak
we've won, and we get to throw
one more day's worth of dice
and see, if eventually
we too, may roll sixes for a change
or
fly over mountains, in our dreams
whichever comes first
stay strong! thanks for sharing
and choosing to fight
and letting us know, we who recognise
your words and relate
are not the only ones
aspiring to fly, even
in our wingless state..
to achieve, we must first
envision
that's what dreams are for
A good poem engaging to read .. beautiful in its flow and words ))
thanks so much
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