When A Poetry Was Born!
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Yes, I feel proud today.
When a poetry was born from my breathe, thoughts, sweat and blood!
I am proud of you today....
Somewhere my song was appreciated with thunders of clapping.
Though I couldn't watch.
May be my luck didn't favour me.
May be someone else was blessed with luck.
May be better luck next time!
Birth of my poetry took this way...
I portrayed the artist after seeing her photo
Her dance performance I have never watched live.
Each stroke of lines
When I was brushing in my canvass
My heart could feel each steps she was taking
Each moments of steps I could feel in her
I could feel her breathe, pulse
I could feel her blinking eyes
I could feel her each lines of facial expression.
Her lips moments.
I could feel her moments of hands
I could feel her hips
I saw her dancing in the stage
I draw a portrait of her in my mind
Then I carved the beautiful picture of her in dancing pose!
Yes, I can do it...
If I want
This gave a confidence in me!
Still many raw stones are left in my hand
They are yet to be carved
Still the un moulded clay is in my palm
I can mould it the way I want
Still folded words are there in my heart
I can unfold it anyway I want.
My heart is filled with variety of flower buds
Just waiting to be bloomed!
Everyone get one opportunity.
Some opportunity teaches the harsh reality.
While some take you to soaring heights.
Before taking me to soaring heights
it just taught me to be on the ground always.
Yes, a day will come in my life
I will wait for that golden day
At least I can add something to my golden memories
Which will be ever remembered..
Few years of life still left with me...
Let me hope at least one beautiful moment I will capture in my life.
I could add to my memories as a golden one.
I will feel that this life is worth ever lived.
If I could do, I will wipe away all my memories.
I prefer breathing last, thinking of only those golden moments!
Live the life only once but live it with full happiness!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
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