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The pursuit


Searching for the elusive cheer
she sets out on a travel lone
walking past a gurgling brook
that beckons her to stop and look


"Ah! am afraid, I need to go
for life is short and my wish afar"




Little birds twitter along
merry butterflies singing a song
"there's some sweet nectar just across
do care to have some when you pass"

"Ah! am afraid, I need to go
for life is short and my wish afar"

Friendly breeze and fragrant roses
cajole and tempt to stop her
but she rushes on in her pace
to find her Joy that is yonder


All at last she cares to pause
just to see whence she's come
and lo! shines the sight below
a land with beauty aglow

"oh! what a fool have I been
in hurrying past all that was my dream"




Realization dawns at last on her
that, which eluded was always there
What a pity! she'd missed the fun
in blindly seeking her destination


Comments

  1. Aww! This is so nice :) I wish more people realized how important and wondrous it is to focus on the journey and savour each and every moment...Reaching someplace is only what is on people's mind and they miss out so much...

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    1. thanks, Divya!
      We always want to look forward to something, that which makes us want to surge ahead but in the process we overlook the small blessings that make a today.

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    1. yes, it does to most of us I think. Blessed are those who are aware and cherish each moment.

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  3. Life's more about the journey and less about the destination, so beautifully put.

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    1. Welcome here, Meera! thanks for visiting my space. Am glad you liked the post..:-)

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  4. Beautiful! Its really about the journey than the destination!

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    1. Heyyy, look who's here!!! How have you been, Vidya? long time..
      and, thanks :-)

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    2. Oye, have been meaning to.... The days suddenly seem to be altered to just 16 hrs!

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    3. no issues, Vidya :-) 16 hrs in a day does seem scary!

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  5. Uma you are quite a poetess! Lovely words and rhyme:) This reminded me of Robert Frost's great' Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening':)

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    1. Oh no, Rahulji..am no poet and all..just try my hand at a few verse that can have some meaning..but you've paid me a huge compliment. Thanks a lot :-)

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  6. Wow...It's the journey that brings happiness, so true :)

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    1. Glad you liked it, ZM. Thank you! :-)

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  7. Uma, I know I should appreciate the sentiment and thoughts of the poem...but all I thought was...how does she write so well and manage to rhyme? :)
    Kinda missed the wood for the trees huh? :)

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    1. Now, you are making me blush, Aparna! I admire the way you write, so am greatly honoured that you think so :-)))

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  8. Wow, Loved this one. Initially reminded me of 'Miles to go before I sleep' but the final message is awesome.

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    1. thanks a lot, Jayashree! that's indeed a wonderful compliment :-)

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  9. oh my god...U have become a great poet!!
    poem also wonderful...

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    1. Lol, Chitra..poet is a big word :-)
      thanks a ton! :-)

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  10. Superb Uma!!
    You have conveyed the message with such beautiful flowing lines of poetry ..
    Poems have this specialty where you need not literally talk about what you want to convey and yet make the reader understand the message. Of course that happens only when the poem is written well like yours :)
    It felt so nice and light to read and left me smiling and nodding my head in agreement ..
    Loved your poem.

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    1. Exactly! poems work best when you wish to convey more in less..but really, I am always skeptical before publishing my so-called poems. But readers like you all make me feel good about it. Hence the courage ;-)
      thanks a bunch, Aarthy! :-))

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  11. WOW! M blown away by this! simple and yet so deep! :) Loved it, Uma!

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    1. We sometimes want to fast forward the journey to get to a desired place that we think will hold happiness for us, isn't it?
      Thanks, Purnima for the lovely comment :-)

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  12. Very beautifully written - a harsh truth of our lives!

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    1. Thanks so much Me..am glad that you liked it :-)

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  13. Amazing!! Thoughtful lines beautifully written!! :-)

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    1. thanks a bunch, Radhika for the nice words :-)))

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  14. Lovely Uma! It's the journey which is as important as the destination. You've just put it so well.

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    1. Hey Vibha..we do tend to forget the small moments in anticipation of something bigger, right?
      thanks so much :-)

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  15. Nice one...suddenly reminded me of Robert Frost's ''Miles to go before I sleep" , I've promises to keep.....:)

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    1. Hey thanks, FiF :-))) am glad you liked it. that's a huge compliment too!

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  16. Uma the poem is so beautiful I want to agree with u but the thing is I don't.
    There is another side to it u knw.....if she kept revelling in the moment[like I do] she will soon lose focus and lose interest in the future and then again all is lost;-(

    Balance darling....balance is the key but try telling that to Her, whichever way she is not satisfied;-P;-/!!!!!

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    1. Did I tell you how beautifully u wrote this:-))????

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    2. lol Nancy, you've presented a very practical difficulty ;-0
      Yes, balance is the key all the time...and THANKS a lot..:-))))

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  17. Beautiful lines that reminded me of the majesty of "Daffodils" by wordsworth.The last line of yours captured the spirit of the quote in my good morning mail
    "When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss the fun of getting there.
    Life is not a race, so take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over"
    Thank you Uma for the excellent poem

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    1. thank you, sir, for your kind words. Indeed, you put it even more beautifully!

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