Sent down
to serve as apprentice
I lost myself
in the pleasure
of living,
forgot my duty
and donned on the cap
of supposed Master and King
of the Universe.
Blinding clouds
of arrogance
crashed carelessly
shattering
my very being.
I realized: I wasn't King.
An apprentice
was I to be
for all eternity.
My foolishly flocking around
did not make Him forget me.
When the time came, for me,
I stood before my Creator.
Two chairs before me I saw
Amused at my bewilderment -
"You forgot," He said. "I didn't."
"Remember, you are my apprentice?
Let's get down to business!"
One Single Impression: Apprentice



The last stanza is a revelation
ReplyDeletenice...i too want to be offered those chairs one day...
ReplyDeletelove the images!
ReplyDeletewell written and oh, so true. I ponder the same thoughts, reminding myself what is it that I am really suppose to do here. Very well said!
thank you
Dear Shail,
ReplyDeleteA profound poem with many, many layers of meaning. Should have been written at your best hour, when your emotions were all collected and when your thoughts stopped awhile dragging you here and there.
Great work, Shail.
sridhar
oh this was a nice write - and chair by chair with the master...nice
ReplyDeleteah this is so good :)
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written--great poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Geeta,
ReplyDeleteNice that you liked the poem. Yes, life is indeed about realization. Not many (me included) realize this in time..
Thanks Brian, I too hope and believe that someday, there will be two chairs where the Creator and I can sit and thrash matters out...
ReplyDeleteThanks Hope, Yes, most of us (me included) are not so sure why we are here, what we are supposed to do....
ReplyDeleteAt times like these, thinking about the Creator can be highly gratifying.
What do you say?
Dear Sridhar,
ReplyDeleteIt is always a pleasure to see you here amidst my basket of poetry.
Thanks. The encouragement is needed.
Thanks Claudia. Yes, I too like this concept and believe in the fact that the Creator never terrorizes. He is willing to sit down with us and help us out whenever we want Him to do so...
ReplyDeleteAll we got to do is ask.
Thanks Raaji. Glad you like the composition...
ReplyDeleteThanks Angela. Nice that you liked the poem. Hope to see more of you around...
ReplyDeleteA lot of thought here and a simple witty way of narration!! Liked the advancement in each stanza as it rolled effortlessly!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Nanka. Nice you liked the composition....
ReplyDeleteIt's always somewhat unnerving to realise that one isn't royalty, but only a lowly apprentice. :-)
ReplyDeleteOSI: Apprentice
Thanks Magical Mystical Teacher. Hope to see more of you around.
ReplyDeleteGreat Shail. After reading this I started 'thinking' and have no words to comment further. You are doing a great job of making ppl 'think' which many have totally forgotten in this mad world.
ReplyDeleteHari
Thanks Magical Mystical Teacher. Hope to see more of you around.
ReplyDeleteIt's always somewhat unnerving to realise that one isn't royalty, but only a lowly apprentice. :-)
ReplyDeleteOSI: Apprentice
ah this is so good :)
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is a revelation
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