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Thursday 4 October 2012

Kite




Lone stringed flier

Amid a flock of feathers;

The impostor evades and ducks

The guardians of clouds


Soaring in pretense

Of spanning the heavens;

Alas ! It could only rise

To the tallest roof


Lured to deem itself worthy

Of the infinite citadel

And mimicking the wings;

It's but slave to a mere string



53 comments:

  1. nice thought Anupam. but in this you have showed two pictures,why?

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    1. Because I didn't find a pic with a kite surrounded by birds.

      Thanks Rohan

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    2. And the comparison of the kite is with the birds. So the second pic, Rohan

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    3. actually, birds are free and they can go where they like!!

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    4. Exactly what I've said in my poem !!!



      "The impostor evades and ducks..." (The kite is an impostor)

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      The second stanza exposes the limits of a kite.

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      "And mimicking the wings" - (A kite tries to fly like a bird)

      "A slave to a mere string" - (But it's a slave to the holder of its string)

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  2. I really like this one :)
    Wah..

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  3. Anupam, very nice poem. Somewhere it surely touches a chord.

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    1. Thanks Rahul. I'm delighted by your response

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    2. Ahh!!! Well said..

      What do you think will happen, Jayashree ?


      ....

      It'll fly free for sometime till the wind abandons it to die on the ground

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  5. Slave to a string... so true... makes me wonder, are we really free, or are there strings which bind us all through life, too? Brilliant, as usual, Anupam... !

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    1. We are all bound by strings, seen & unseen.

      Thanks Ash, for reading and appreciating 'Kite'

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  6. what a thought!! we all are no doubt God made Puppets,can't move an inch without His permission..

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    2. Exactly, but like the kite we keep trying to soar high forgetful of our natural limits and at times we do that with arrogance..

      Thanks for reading Jasmin

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  7. I loved the ending line.....Everything is dependent on something in order to exist....

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  8. ‘mellow wings, tied on hind,
    soared in sky, danced in wind…
    pulled, manipulated, followed, cried for,
    snapped, bewildered, shoved to floor,
    torn, bedraggled, needed no more…
    uncaring, unemotional shrieks, galore!
    new string-tied dancing about,
    amidst indifferent ,impassive clouds…’

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  9. 9 lines of beautiful description!..:)

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    1. Hi Vinay,

      Welcome to 'reflections'
      Thanks for reading.

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  11. What a juxtaposition between the stringed flier and the free birds Anupam :)
    The last line revealed the meaning to me. You truly write beautiful and thoughtful lines Anupam.
    Keep posting good stuff :)

    Regards

    Jay
    http://road-to-sanitarium.blogspot.in/

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  12. Lovely thoughts strung beautifully!

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  13. Beautiful poem. Very well written.

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  14. beautiful string of words ..loved d pics as well !

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  15. Soaring in pretense ..! Ah, beautiful :)

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  16. You can read many things into this one. Nice.

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    1. Hey Shovon,

      Thanks for reading 'Kite' in all its intended shades

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  17. This is good stuff :) Very nice indeed!!

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  18. Brilliant stuff..really liked this one!

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    1. Thanks Nikita. Your admiration delighted me.

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  19. Loved it.....it's indeed a story where pain comes out at the last line....beauty!!!

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  20. Beautiful....I loved the concluding lines, Amit!

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    1. Thanks Panchali ji.

      I'm sure you meant Anupam ;)

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  21. Good poem Anipam... It bring a sting of pain on the last line.

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