The Beauty of It

    23-May-2020
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-K Radhakumar

The exotic blooms of the orchid
Golden yellow in colour
And clad in the morning sunshine –
They live as one
In a moment eternally long.
The fresh blooms in the morning
Name not known
‘What’s in a name?’
Welcoming one
To a new morning
A new world, a new life
To start afresh
Not thinking about the memory
Nor about the desire.
This morning, full of atmosphere
Makes a welcome change.

Is it beauty
That makes one
Philosophize about life?
Nobody knows
What makes one’s mood swing so suddenly.

The insecure feeling of homelessness
A hangover from one’s childhood!
Life in the hard times and in this world
That has become meaningless day by day!
Hopes and desires
All have become to nought.
Beneath lies the harsh realities
The rust-eaten physique of the onlooker
Now divorced and utterly separated
From the momentary involvement
In the sight, in the morning.
Will it be possible
To live one’s life all over again?

Oh, the exotic blooms of the morning!
Nobody knows the other side of the coin.
Somewhere along the line
An image appears
And will not vanish into thin air.
Is it the period of loneliness
Utter loneliness in one’s life?
One hasn’t scaled the heights of one’s being,
One hasn’t delved into the depths of one’s soul.
One hasn’t lived!
One hasn’t lived!
What is this life
Where one hasn’t done anything
That reveals hidden depths?
Is there nothing but a black void inside
And cut off from the outside world?
What does one think of one’s life so far?
The achievement has not boosted
Has not really boosted one’s ego.
The truth, please.
No more fairy stories –
The prince meeting the beautiful princess
In the end to live happily ever after.
Life is sweet memories
And a series of tragic events
That will be sweetened by the wonders of time.