
An origin unknown and a destination unseen-
How strange is the path of life?
We poor mortals
jinxed with squint eyes, and color blind,
Unfit to decipher, even the hues of our life!
But lo! How vibrant is the essence of life!
How luminous is the play of colours in our life!
Colours are a prelude to our vociferous life.
They add limericks to a derelict mind.
It generates whisk to a hackneyed routine.
Are they not the nuances of an incandescent living?
They are a hymn to a life of harmony.
And they emanate from the subtle aura of the soul.
We embark on our sojourn to earth
With spots of red blood all over us.
Do they convey an unread message too?
The blue skies and deep ocean symbolize a truthful vision.
Though the purple fruits of distress hit us quite often
Green leaves and trees show us the hope of eternal life
Orange flowers, lend us strength and endurance
The yellow sun that shines signifies honour and loyalty
And the black terrain connotes the ultimate end.
Life’s premise is not much complicated.
Though it commences with a threat through blood
And concludes with embellished naught,
Transition of colours from red to black
Epitomise our journey of life.
What a radiant life we have got to live!
My contribution for Contest Week 22
http://meerajay.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/04/express-yourself-contest-22.htm
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Thanks Kunjubi for those wonderful adjectives!
Latha
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Thanks Yash for your comments!
Latha
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Dear Raj
Thanks a lot for your wonderful comments. I am glad that you have read the poem with the same interest with which I wrote it.
Thanks a lot for your suggestions. You are most welcome to suggest anything that you feel since I am a novice and would love to learn more to improve myself.
I shall remain away from using 'soul' in my poems as per your suggestion.
In the third stanza, I had mentioned that green leaves give us 'hope' by which I mean that it gives only hope and not 'assurance'. The end is death undoubtedly. But the hope of a blissful life is prevailing in many of us. I am interpreting it only now and I honestly did not think about it when I actually wrote it.

I have started writing only recently. I know I am bound to make mistakes but would love to learn and rectify my errors from erudite people like you. I am fully aware that my readers are learned and intelligent and are capable of interpreting what I write. I am glad that I have somebody to guide me this way so that the possibility of perfecting my works before publishing the next time seems much higher.
Thankyou once again Raj for your honest comments. You are neither wrong nor rude - just perfect
Latha
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Wow!!This is so beautiful and inspiring..I wonder how did I miss it.............yash
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Hi Latha


You know, I wish they a had a GENTLE KICK icon in the smileys section at sulkeha! 
The third stanza is just so brilliant, radiant: the first two lines in this stanza and with that imagery of a red-spot start to our lives is so original and your lines in the same stanza on our lives as a journey of colors is so overwhelming. Beautiful and stunning concept, Latha.
And how so aesthetically pleasing when you make reference to it again later as a threat through blood.
Again that phrase in your final stanza Transitions of colors from red to black is poetic imagery any good poet would be proud to have coined. And the irony in the last line What a radiant life we have got to live! -coming as it does after warning us of the blackness that engulfs us at the end after a red beginning - is again a poet's proud moment.
That edning is so bleak, Latah, I'm almost tempted to lecture you on positive thinking - but the brilliance of the lines shuts my mouth.
Suggestion
I am of late a little wary of offering suggestion to people beacuse I seem to be getting mixed signals from people, though I do it with the best of intentions. Do tell me if I'm rude or such suggestions are not welcome as I do get carried away by poetry.
Well, stay away from cliches like:
hymn to a life of harmony; subtle aura of the soul...
Do read the lines where these phrases appear and ask yourself if the lines do not become a
little weaker because of these cliches... Give me a kick if I'm wrong!
I almost never use the word soul, heaven etc - these are cliches that have no pwoer in modern poetry. But I'm not saying these words cannot be used.
While I said that the third stanza is powerful, the didactic nature of osme of the lines like Green leaves and trees show us the hope of eterna llife and the last line And the black terrain connotes the ultimate end mar somewhat the original quality of the rest of the stanza.
How is that? In English poetry,as you will remember, it is better for the reader to make out these "lessons" rather than for the poet to take a classroom-teacher approach. Trust your reader is inetlligent enough - and so your 'lessons' will be more subtle as in your excellent lines I've discussed in the earlier half of my comment.
Do challenge me, please if I'm wrong - and as informal as Aussies can be, you can even give me a kick if I'm wrong or rude!
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Latha... This is a fantasy.. a chiarascuro...classic..Appreciating your talent. You are a promising poet. My earnest appreciation for this mastercraft you have presented.. Inimitable. cheers... kunjubi
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Thankyou Akash for your lovely comments.
Latha
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Thankyou Spk100 for your comments!
Latha
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Thanks Meera for your words of appreciation. Thankyou very much!
Latha
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Thankyou Premsaran for your comments! Thanks also for the hope you have in me!
Latha
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