An accidental cut,
a momentary gush of blood
Reassured me that,
color of my blood,
Is still red !
Somewhere beneath my skin,
its flowing effortlessly, smoothly,
Without me caring or knowing.
running all over inside,
Reaching, where it needs to be.
Am no selfless warrior,
or caring doctor.
I'm merely,
a morbid mortal.
A thankless cynical.
living heedlessly,
Still surviving on
several umbilical.
I'm in pain,
but, happy this time.
After a long time,
somehow, I realized
Am Alive !
grateful to,
That Cut of a blade.
a momentary gush of blood
Reassured me that,
color of my blood,
Is still red !
Somewhere beneath my skin,
its flowing effortlessly, smoothly,
Without me caring or knowing.
running all over inside,
Reaching, where it needs to be.
Am no selfless warrior,
or caring doctor.
I'm merely,
a morbid mortal.
A thankless cynical.
living heedlessly,
Still surviving on
several umbilical.
I'm in pain,
but, happy this time.
After a long time,
somehow, I realized
Am Alive !
grateful to,
That Cut of a blade.
Woohoo!! Loved this! The expression of the idea was fabulous!
ReplyDeletethanks a lot Rohu. keep visiting !
DeleteOh wow...even the cut of a blade can be expressed so immensely. Awesome Nitin.
ReplyDeletethanks Mak. Always appreciate your comments !
Deletebeautiful. great post. appreciable...
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Deleteliked te way u elaborated such a simple thought.but not sure about 'several umbical'
ReplyDeletethanks a lot for visiting again Yuppie! I keep relying on my several old sources/habits to seek solace/shelter..I guess we all do hold our own umbilical chords, sometimes which makes us weak and fragile...hope to read you more often !
DeleteI agree with the poem.. sometimes we need something bad happening to us, just to be sure take we are alive
ReplyDeletethanks for the comment Santu...yes we do wait for something more bad to happen...perhaps because we are bored by, indifferent towards mundane bad and the ugly stuff !!
DeleteFantastic...Enjoyed reading it! Cheers
ReplyDeletethanks for your word of appreciation Vijay..take care
DeleteThat poem is a window to deep-rooted angst. Very well written.
ReplyDeleteAngst, dismay, realization ! thanks Uma for passing by..
DeleteUSP is right--there is pain embedded in this poem that even in the moment of happiness still hovers around--I can almost see that moment, through your verse, when that sense of being alive comes into consciousness. You have written a lovely poem..very well-written buddy!
Deletesometimes a small,effortless thing, event can be momentous, though painful..appreciate your comment
DeleteHmm, we often need to feel physical pain to acknowledge reality.
ReplyDeleteSo, true Marita...we keep living cosmetically, wearing several types of makeups...but somewhere, somehow we forget that we just a human being ! thanks for the comment
DeleteGreat Nitin....love the fact that after day's long work, you still take out time to write and so fabulously!!!!
ReplyDeletethanks Nidhi.
Deletean unusual theme- nice words interwoven well!
ReplyDeletethanks Sunita..hope to read your views more often on my blog !
DeleteHaven’t seen such effortlessly flowing words – describing pain. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI just tried to bring forth boring, mundane, effortless pain, which I guess all of us live through for few seconds or minutes everyday. thanks for the comment.
DeleteInteresting way to perceive a wound.....The flow is beautiful, keep up the good work :)
ReplyDeletethanks Amruta. hope to see you around !
DeleteThere are situations when the world around becomes almost silent and we become numb. The problem arises when the numbness stays for a very long time. It is only such instances that can bring us back to reality. Lovely post!
ReplyDeletethanks for the comment Haritha, you are absolutely right there...any small instance can bring us back to senses !
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