Gibran said "Remembrance is a form of meeting"
So, I believe I did meet you
As you ambled freely
Through my Mind
Churning the moments
Woven into eons of carpet
Covering my mind's ground
Oozing the warmth of a fire
Burning slowly, steadily...
The never-ending logs
Running into Chapters
Of an unfinished Book.
I believe I was to meet you
In the mind street
Where Love street intersects
With Friends and Ambition
But, I lost my way
Arriving at a dead end.
Yet, we did meet.
Gibran said "Forgetfulness is a form of freedom"
I know what he means
For I feel light,
As that feather
That floats randomly
Touching memories
I know, are there
But have no memory of.
More Lighter, on the days
Chores are forgotten
Yet they are done
Arguments are forgotten
And winning matters not
Foes are forgotten
And spoken to like friends
Hunger is forgotten
And I need no exercise.
Aye, Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
8 comments:
Oh my, this is splendid! I love it :):)
Ahh,, the Muse is back in good form, I see.
Forgetfullness... the place of magic.. no past, no future.. just now.
Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
Thank you Tracy :)
Thank you Jackie...I wonder if the ones with Alzhimers are reflecting this wish from their youth.
I fell in love with him ever since I read The Prophet years ago.
Your words are as wise as his, and as eloquent, too.
Love that line, "I believe I was to meet you In the mind street". I do believe this is my fav poem by you thus far, Rashmi!
Thank you Jo.. I have loved him too..I go back and read him every now and then. Its like some things need to be re-read at different times to get more of the essence from it :)
Gibran lives on through these little posts by bloggers and also by people who quote his immortal writings in all walks of life at random - He was truely a Prophet himself and of course he was the "Worlds best Salesman " too through his writings - but it is paradoxical - he never had any material thing to sell - he only sold the inner emotions of the deepest kind - I wonder whether "I" , who have been born into the shallow slipstream of the main current of life and destiny, will ever comprehend the real depth of the still waters of the written word of Khalil Gibran ...
A random comment from me, a stranger who strolled uninvited into your blog world ...
Thank you for visiting and leaving thought prints. :)
When we comprehend the depth, we usually dont find the need to express it. Reason, most depth cant be put to words.:)
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