Travel

 

I enjoy my inner flights.

I spread my wings,

in one long breath

I soar inside.

There is a sky

though not always bright;

but even in darkness

there’s twinkling light

of words; sane,

peaceful and intense.

There’s hue

of love dribbling in drops

from hearts

near and far

in places and times.

There is tune

waiting silently

for unsung words.

Now I have come to this Man*

sitting at his feet,

inside,

listening to his words,

songs,

and my dusk is turning into dawn.

 

 

 

 

 

*Rabindranath Tagore. Though I’ve known him through words from my childhood (he loved children and had written so much for them) but very recently I have started translating his songs (in my new blog Sonar Tori) which have already started opening a new window to look at life, once more, in a different light.

 

 

 

 

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – To travel is to take a journey into Yourself – [28] @ A dash Of Sunny

 

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

 

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28 thoughts on “Travel

  1. Whistles!! ❤💜 Oh Sumana, I absolutely love, love this poem! Such a whole lot of depth especially in the lines ‘I soar inside. There is a sky though not always bright; but even in darkness there’s twinkling light of words; sane, peaceful and intense.’ Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤💜

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. You are doing Tagore the service of spreading his word to other countries and, in return, he is turning your dusk into dawn. How beautiful, Sumana. His light is shining on us, as well, as we read his translated words.

  3. You really are so inspired by the words of Tagore, Sumana; and your feelings spread to others. I feel your intense attachment and joy as you work with / explore / translate his words. Sometimes those inner flights are the greatest journeys of all – life-changing, in fact! This poem expresses so much, so beautifully.

  4. I read mostly to travel, both to real and imagined worlds; stories and books have that power to transport us. And you just did through your words in this piece.

Thank You :)

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