A fleeting moment of weakness
A moment once met a story.
The story smiled and said I was once you Mr “Moment”!
Mr. Moment said, you gave me a meaning.
A definition and the memory of a life time.
The story said, I wish you had not come …
In your coming, there is a death of possibilities
And definiteness of events..
I wish you had not come…
But the Mr. Moment said, you would not exist if I did not come..
You would not have many glories to share, many wisdoms to offer..
Nor the experience of a gentle hand kissing your hand,
The falling of a leave and the fragrance of a flower
The gentleness of a hand held forever..
Would this all have happened ?
If it were not for me??..
The story said, I also have a million stories of hurt and sadness you brought
The humiliation of many
Who worked hard selflessly
Who gave their lives for a cause
And in one moment of decisiveness , sent off in exile..
Do you understand the pain of a man?
Lonely, unloved and hated?
The anguish and the humiliation?
In an unknown country
Unknown faces
Lonely in a dark, cold room?
The smiles on those who felt victory engulf them for a man vanquished…
And in a moment of sadness
You came like a thunderbolt
He could share his pain with no one
He swallowed his pride
Felt weak and small and inadequate…
The thunderbolt turned in to a moment of complete silence
And he died…he is no more..
I wish, you had not come in all your fury
And let the man live
A moment converted into a story!
The moment turned around and said
As if its in my hands!
The moment turned around and said
As if its in my hands!
Parag Shah.
July 4th 2011. 5.04 a,m
Was it in the chapel that you conceived the poem sir?
ReplyDeleteYou have so many stories Mr. Moment, and you must not pause on the paragraphs of moments where thoughts are of the helpless hurt moments, of the helpless souls, troubled in their own moments through their clear insecurities of moments, many of them, giving rise to panic in their brain, and resulting in them doing many cowardly things to exclude the reason behind their unfounded fears of your moments successes, and I for one, am so glad that your moments have taken the form of your pen, a very healing pen, but I also hope that this pen comes to the moment of counting moments of blessings and moments of hope once again, of recreating happiness of those around who adorn your moments with so much love and support, of moments of greatest of happy memories, and moments to reach out and grab the future , remembering such a rich life of moments ,of loving and giving, of sharing and memorials to worthwhile treasures to grasp strength from, and move to the next chapter of great moments, not stagnate in moments gone. Welcome back Mr. Moment, walk tall to the future !
ReplyDeleteNo beta,.. another insomniac nights!
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