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May 21, 2010

Spirit

After continuous buzzing for two hours,
I looked through the window
to find myself standstill in the air,
above the clouds
They took a dip
along with the Atlantic

We were sailing on a sea of ice
without any jerks, but a buzzing sound
The only proof of movement was
the gradual change of pattern, under our sails

A little farther, the patterns dissolved into mushy white.
Farther away, they turned white,
a glowing white,which
diffused a few inches into the blue,
a lighter shade of the ocean

I was now surrounded by blue
and It took my breathe
the next moment, my ego
It brought tears

This is not the first time,
A mild weight on my chest
unknown pressure inside the lungs,
consciousness of the expanding air
head resting heavily.
The strength of nature
gave me great happiness
and immediate tears

It happened every time inspiration exceeded my threshold
Nothing ever influenced me as intensely as Nature

It was getting dark
I saw a star
and then, a thousand of them
It was now dark blue below me

I suddenly realized I didn't hear the buzz all this while

I was already thinking about the first sailors
the great adventures of Human history
Their doubts
Their fears
with all their confidence in wood
against the forces of sea,
travelling into a world of only their imagination

They lit the unending darkness
meter by meter
chasing land,
always a million hands away

I wondered how their evenings would have been!
The transition from day to night
the darkness that would never seem to end
on waters that drowned even light

And the winds, of which they never knew!
if they'd show them a new land?
or leave them in the sea, stranded?

With infinite uncertainty around them,
and frequently fogged hopes
they never turned back.

Was it their lust for money?
How intense could it have been!
Or was it a flair for adventure?
God bless you,
Take my life, for another such journey

In the warmth of their desire,
whatever it might be for,
I celebrated the spirit of Humanity
Their journeys instilled faith in me
that man will never cease to exist

We will not watch the Earth melt
We will pull it off
"somehow"

12 comments:

Zephyr said...

ohhh this was awesomeee!! honestly, i read ur poetry from ur old posts, and i read this and there is a DRASTIC change in them! good change. haha.

:-) very nice!

ranjith said...

thank you, but you're not being very frank :)

ranjith said...

by the way, this post has white in it.. a mushy white and then a glowy white, which diffuses into the blue

anisha desai said...

amazing work....i have experienced it ...and thoughts put to gether damn well spcially d part whhere chest feeling heavy n thn tears and happiness is all amazing mixture....muaaah muaaah.....cud relate to all of it....i was abt to ask u tht its been long u din update ur blog...but if blog like these are gonna come up thn am sure its really worth waiting...amazing

ranjith said...

thanks for the kisses :)

Daredevil said...

Nice experience you had :)

Ranjith said...

i wish everyone has such an experience or even a better one!

it was phenomenal for me.. another such thing happened today! maybe that'll be shared sometime later!

Daredevil said...

Couldn't help appreciating this post...again :)

BTW...what was that 'another such thing' ?

Ranjith said...

another such journey. hey sailor, you can take my life (aayush) if you want to make another such journey

Sumit said...

boy.. awesome!

Ranjith said...

thank you :)
inspiration from the spirit of the first sailors

Ranjith said...

VARIANT

Sailing on a sea of ice
with a buzzing sound
without any jerks
proof of movement was bound
to the change of patterns,
under our sails

It was getting dark
I saw a star
and then, a thousand of them
It was now dark blue below me

thinking of those first sailors
and adventures of Human history
Their doubts and fears

with all their confidence in wood
against the forces of sea,
to where their imagination stood
without any promise of glee

They lit the unending darkness
meter by meter, Chasing lands,
away by a million hands

I wondered about their evenings
transition from day to night
on roads of darkness with no endings
and waters that drowned even light

the winds, of which they never knew
if on a new location they were landed
or left by them in the sea, stranded

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