Was it a year ago or an aeon ago
When you first sprouted
Each moment adding a curve
A brush stroke here
A nudge there
How did you come to be this way
A moment in history
A tree frozen in the folds of time
An artsy bend here
A curve there, everywhere
Where do you stand, was it
A design to stand testimony
To the ones denied entry
Into the sanctum sanctorum
That can’t behold your magnificence
Why do you stand apart, alone
In the beauty of your splendor
One of a kind
As my eyes behold
Your imposing countenance
What do I say to you
The artist’s handiwork
Or, the temptress on the road
As my eyes seek you each dawn
And, you strike a smile on my lips
Ps: This was written for the tree that stands right behind the Madhya Kailash temple opposite the CLRI campus on the Sardar Patel Road, Adyar. Next time, you take that road, just take a moment to look at this peculiarly beautiful tree. It almost looks like a curvaceous diva. :) Sketch: Rajeev Rajan
Photo: Karthikesawaran.
8 comments:
Awesome! I think this is what they call appreciating the nature. Lovely effort. And now your PS note is on top of my list of "to dos" when I visit Chennai. :)
~GG
A love letter to a tree? Now, that is not so common. I usually write such poems for humans who don't respond. So I can see the wisdom of writing to a tree. A beautiful one at that! I do remember that particular tree.
Moushumi
//Where do you stand, was it
A design to stand testimony
To the ones denied entry
Into the sanctum sanctorum
That can’t behold your magnificence//
stands out like the tree in otherwise aesthetic poem. nice. keep writing poems. you excel in it.
வளைவு நெளிவுகளைக் கேட்கும்போது பெண்ணுக்குத்தானே என நினைக்கும்போது, கடைசியில் மரத்துக்கு என்று எழுதியிருப்பது மிகவும் அருமை!
Understood the meaning of "Girls Thing".
Flow is very good. Try to write this in Tamil. It would be more TEMPTING :')
Where do you stand, was it
A design to stand testimony
To the ones denied entry
Into the sanctum sanctorum
That can’t behold your magnificence
Two words lady, 'powerful lines'. Superb use of poetic license.
Nice..
I wouldn't say perfect
But nice
Perfection is not of this world
So I say Nice
Nice..
Lovely
I understand the real meaning of the poem now... How perfect for that lonely tree! Very good one!
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