Life of a person
Often resembles the seasons;
Love colors your life in spring
You bloom in joy and delight
Your beloved adores the flowers...
....Then suddenly autumn visits
And the flowers depart with the leaves
Leaving behind the branches.
You slowly adapt to the change
Compromises are inevitable in life,
But what happens when
Your beloved cannot adapt or compromise?
You sigh...till spring returns
Only then you realize
May be, he loved only the flowers
There is no space for
The barren branches and the dull roots.
-Purba Chakraborty
(06.07.2016)
Linking this poem with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Compromise
Sigh... such a soulful and tender poem, Purba
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned (as always)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thank you so much, Sanaa :)
DeletePoignant!
ReplyDeleteWish people understand and appreciate 'fall' as much as they love spring. I can relate to this one, very beautiful.
Thank you so much dear. I am so glad that you could relate to it. Always good to see you on my blog :)
DeleteAh, he failed to see the beauty of the roots and branches that produced the blooms. Someone with wiser eyes will discover the treasure, and nurture the blooms.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Beautifully said, Sherry :)
DeleteHard truths and I know them well. Some people just want to preserve a perfection lke an insect in amber. It's hard to tell them such stopping of time will not sustain them for long. Beautifully expressed narrative!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the beautiful comment Susan. It added more to the poem :)
DeleteNo words can express the beauty and depth of your words.
ReplyDeleteAdversity defines true relationship.
Thank you so much for your generous words dear :)
DeleteLove cannot be by parts, if at all you love, love all of it.
ReplyDeleteTrue that :)
DeleteEvery word written is so beautiful and fresh like the leaves of the new season:)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Vishal :)
DeleteLove and life are full of fall, twigs, branches. There is no compromise. We must love it all. Good, wise writin. Lovely thoughts.
ReplyDeleteSo true,Myrna. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment :)
DeleteWhat a wonderful mediation - I wonder - is it true love if only the flower is loved and not the branches which hold them together
ReplyDeleteI guess it's attachment which is confused with love. Thank you Jae :)
DeleteHow can you compromise when all's been harvested... so sad when the compromise and patience has flown.
ReplyDeleteAgree with you!
DeleteThis was beautiful and bittersweet. I hope it wasn't (too) autobiographical.
ReplyDeleteNot much. Thanks a lot :)
DeleteVery Poignant Purba. It's really sad that people pick roses and forget the thorns which protect them. Love shouldn't be partial. I relate to your thoughts so deeply. Beautifully conveyed.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Ma'am for the beautiful comment. It added more to the poem. Glad you could relate to my thoughts :)
DeleteThose that can't wait for one season or another are so much at a loss as they are blind to nature's round mimicking their own lives which are so precious we should savor every moment.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. I think when people seek perfection, such things happen.
DeleteEveryone wants a rose without thorns.
ReplyDeleteha ha :D So true
Deletesuch shallow type abounds, looking for flowers only...wisely and beautifully said Purba....
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sumana Ma'am :)
DeleteCompromise is a fine line... where does one lose one's own identity...and how high is the price..important thoughts..
ReplyDeleteExactly...one should not lose one's identity at the cost of compromise. Too big a price to pay.
DeleteBeautifully expressed the correlation of life and season. Well written!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Kishor :)
DeleteThis was beautiful, just like the first two poems in your latest book (yes, I've read two and will read more in near future.)
ReplyDeleteI hope I can pen down phrases that do not necessarily rhyme and still sound beautiful! :D
Thank you so much Anmol :)
DeleteSo glad to know that you've read the first 2 poems of my poetry book and liked them. Hope you read and also review my poetry book in near future :P
Loved the comparison. Very profound observation, Purba. You are definitely an old soul. Stay blessed :)
ReplyDeleteI am called 'an old soul' by so many people. It's like my nickname now :D
DeleteThank you so much Ravish :)
It's sad that most of the people do that to you .. But true love will always be with you whether it's spring or autumn, he'll always love the branches as much as he loves the flowers. :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed dear...true love is patient. It accepts and loves the person as a whole...not in parts :)
DeleteI can relate to this a lot... very poignant dear :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much dear. Glad you could relate to it :)
DeleteIncredible piece of writing. Loved the way you penned down the emotions in this epic poem. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Ashish :)
DeleteBeautiful! Loved the way u drew parallels between seasons n people.
ReplyDeleteGlad you loved it, Shaivi :)
DeleteA sad truth,expressed beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThank you Indu :)
DeleteBeautifully expressed!
ReplyDeleteThank you MS :)
DeleteThere's beauty even in the sad note you end on. :)
ReplyDeleteSo nicely written, Purba.
That's so kind of you Divya. Thank you :)
DeleteVery well synchronized the feelings and the season changes.. A nice Poem, Purba!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sir :)
DeleteTrue indeed!
ReplyDeleteYou said it Purba, very beautifully as always:)
In this line,'May be he loved only the flowers'..'she' is implied too I believe!
Yes, definitely.
DeleteThank you so much Sir :)
Touching
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteAnd it is good to have that realization early on!
ReplyDeleteHmm, so deep thoughts...thinking of real life situations ☺️
ReplyDeleteThank you Alok :)
DeleteHeartfelt parity between life and seasons... :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Jyotika :)
Deletesuch a lovely poem... Life indeed resembles the seasons.. Changing and going on despite our wants... Love it.
ReplyDeleteI am extremely impressed along with your writing abilities, Thanks for this great share.
ReplyDeleteSimply the best poem ever
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