Monday, November 8, 2010

Man-Made Splendor!

                                                        
Buildings,
reaching up to the deep blue skies,
slicing 
the horizon,
an impressive combination
of brick and mortar
promising
 illusionary eternity.


Monument,
a man-made wonder,
a piece of poetry,
constructed
with heart strings that never die.
Magnificent love
usurped
 by the ravages of time and motion.



My house,
my home
unconditionally
embraces me in its fold,
no reasons asked
no conditions made.
My haven
My friend. Life itself.


For Poetry Potluck
Prompt: Buildings, Monuments, Landmarks

39 comments:

Amity said...

Wow Shail, so awesome post, but the best for me is the last stanza which you speak about your beloved home... :-)

I was touched there as I have also a home like yours which unconditionally embraces me in its folds!

I love this entry of yours, superbly done Shail!

fiveloaf said...

very spirited write- lovely!

Olivia said...

That house is so beautiful- like your poetry..!!
So refreshing- I love to read different styles- so Lifely!!

The images are so complimenting..wowow!!

I know what you mean about your house- so very thoughtful of you to have dedicated words for it!!

Well done Dear Friend- Love xox

Ramesh Sood said...

This is indeed heart warming..house accepts you unconditionally.. hope home does the same too..I am sur eit must be so..Shail..God bless..

uma.a said...

Words are crafted beautifully in your poem...Enjoyed it!

Sumit Sarkar said...

Few words can speak so much...
Great poem...Thank you for sharing :)

Jingle Poetry said...

your entry is sparkling...
way to go.

I love everything here,
thanks for brightening JP with your unbeatable talent,

Happy Wednesday.
u rock!

Shashi said...

Dear Shail
Vry beautifully said and th images speak your words... thanks for sharing...

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Jay said...

Lovely...really nice.

Buildings...
an impressive combination
of brick and mortar
promising
illusionary eternity.

Loved these lines.

Arindam Roy said...

Shail has wonderfully woven splendid, evocative word-images. The agony of the the poet is revealed best in the opening stanza. The term, 'slicing the horizon' makes us feel that buildings, like knife, cut and slice the horizon. It is strengthened further by 'promising
illusionary eternity'.

The second stanza marks a shift, where we find how 'piece of poetry' is 'constructed with heart strings that never die'.

The third stanza is almost a return to the womb, a rebirth of sorts, when she writes 'embraces me in its fold'. This is indeed a very feminine imagery, which no male poet can ever construct.

Keep poeming, Shail :)

maglomaniac said...

We have had three parallels in the area of building but finally it is the home that rules the roost above all.
There is a nice clanking to homes that nothing else can give.
Nice post.

~Harsha

Jingle said...

http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/11/08/my-sister-lives-too-far-away/

awards 4 u...

Happy Wednesday.
xxx

industrialarts said...

nice poem. i like the way it started with monumental and ended with the personal - the home. great job!

kavisionz said...

Oh..this was lovely, Shail... I really enjoyed the progression of the poem... eventually resting on a simple (yet do dear) home ... it was a beautiful piece!

"illusionary eternity" -- particularly loved this term... this is exactly how one feels when staring up at tall buildings from the base...
Awesome!!!

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hi Amity,

So nice of you to comment. Glad you liked the home part. Yes, most of us have this haven to which we can go uninvited unconditionally and feel at ease...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Five Loaf. Glad the poem made you feel good..

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hi Olivia, yeah, most of us feel the same about our homes, our cosy haven of peace and love.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Ramesh. Yes, my house, my home does welcome me with open arms always and that's why it has figured in this composition.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Uma. Nice you liked my composition...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Sumit. Great that you enjoyed the poem thoroughly...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Jingle. I am happy that you enjoyed the piece of verse...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Shashi. The pleasure is mine..

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Jay. I loved writing the poem too and seeing your response and that of all the other friends out here, it seems worth the effort.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hello Arindam.

Your comments make me feel oh! so good. You have read the poem carefully and observed each line and word to analyse and feel every emotion out there.
What greater compliment can there be for any poet!

Thank you.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Harsha. Always nice to see you out here.

And you too keep writing...

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Christopher. It is a pleasure to see you here. I just glanced at your blog and it really was good..

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Hi Kavita,

So nice of you! I always love your comments.
Thanks.
Nice Day
Shail

vanderloost said...

Shail, Sorry for the late response. Was busy in Office. But at the end of the long tunnel there is always light. At the end of a hectic schedule there was the beacon of your mesmerizing poetry well with juxtaposed imagery with man's varied creations! Loved it!!

vanderloost said...

Sorry, in case you do not recognize me, I am Geetashree!

Bhargavi said...

Shail,
As always I loved the way the words described the differences between, builings, monuments and a home.

sriniketan

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Geetashree. Yes, indeed. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Nice to see you here.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Bhargavi. Nice that you liked the poem and also dropped in a line.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Geetashree. Yes, indeed. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Nice to see you here.

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Shail, Sorry for the late response. Was busy in Office. But at the end of the long tunnel there is always light. At the end of a hectic schedule there was the beacon of your mesmerizing poetry well with juxtaposed imagery with man's varied creations! Loved it!!

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Thanks Five Loaf. Glad the poem made you feel good..

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

We have had three parallels in the area of building but finally it is the home that rules the roost above all.
There is a nice clanking to homes that nothing else can give.
Nice post.

~Harsha

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Shail has wonderfully woven splendid, evocative word-images. The agony of the the poet is revealed best in the opening stanza. The term, 'slicing the horizon' makes us feel that buildings, like knife, cut and slice the horizon. It is strengthened further by 'promising
illusionary eternity'.

The second stanza marks a shift, where we find how 'piece of poetry' is 'constructed with heart strings that never die'.

The third stanza is almost a return to the womb, a rebirth of sorts, when she writes 'embraces me in its fold'. This is indeed a very feminine imagery, which no male poet can ever construct.

Keep poeming, Shail :)

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

Few words can speak so much...
Great poem...Thank you for sharing :)

Shail Raghuvanshi said...

This is indeed heart warming..house accepts you unconditionally.. hope home does the same too..I am sur eit must be so..Shail..God bless..