A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering sonnet poems

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood,

Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances,

Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could,

or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses.

Don’t become an interpreter of the stories of its wispy clouds,

or a dancer in the anarchy of  its Sunday clatters,

Don’t become a windmill in its watercolor playgrounds,

or a flower on the vests of its mad hatters.

Don’t become a violin wounding itself on rhymes,

or a knight in the country of its board games,

Don’t drink the mythology of its starry bed times,

or eat the sugar of its delicatessen remains.

Don’t go plunging towards the anchor-less tides of its laughter,

or towards the chandeliers of its shapeless wonder,

Don’t  lose yourself in the crystal ball of its glorious here afters.

or its merry go rounds of gleeful surrender.

So when destiny calls, you will be here, waiting to answer,

Gather all your childhoods like the notes of a great song,

that which makes you tender, also makes you purer,

that which makes you tender, also makes you strong.

So when destiny calls, you will be here, like an invisible swan,

So when destiny calls, you will be here, waiting to be reborn.

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Jay Krishnan

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Always wide eyed with wonder, prone to reveries and restless with an inexplicable yearning to create ever since he was a little boy, Jay wrote his first poem when he was six. He discovered the ore of his creative endeavors in the writings of his sister from which everything else originated, in attics filled with vanilla smelling old books, in savoring the classics and in intricate poems of Wordsworth and William Blake inlaid with rhyme…. His poems have snuck under editorial radars and appeared in global anthologies, magazines, newspapers and online journals. He also runs an idea shop called the Centre of Gravity, draws cartoons, directs animated short films and conceptualizes communication campaigns. All of which originate from the same artery of poetic longing that destiny charmed into his soul.
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Beautifully woven thoughts

Jayshree Murali

The windmills of the Gods beckon us all
N Row we must towards our dreams
Sailing away in paperboats and streams
Matters not our boats capsize
For our oarsman lifts our spirits high
And so we sail with a boatman’s song
And row gently away with love along..

Jay Krishnan – thanks for the post.. your poem led me to respond…
it was absolutely delightful . many thanks for the post.

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That one little heart and its nomadic meanderings!
@Jay, your poems are like…like…a tight hug of a child when one returns home from a long day at work. The feeling is ineffable.
Write more and more…keep sharing the magic.


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