Transients Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair

Transients

Rating: 4.9


When you stay beside
It's spring all around;
My mind flies up
Like a cuckoo in search
Of Mango blooms

When you smile
I remember the moon;
My heart leaps up
From the darkness
To the moonlit skies

When I realise
I am still all alone
I shrink into the hard shell
Of bitter realities
For a rebirth off darkness

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Love and beauty are all transient
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Savita Tyagi 20 March 2020

This is beautiful with some spiritual beauty that is not so transient. Though for a devotee seperation from God is as painful as being seperated from transient love and beauty.

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Thank you Savitaji. When we devote everything to Gid and live in peace and if found that He is not with us we so feel desperate that we seek total darkness of solitude

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Valsa George 22 March 2020

When we feel the presence of God, it is heaven! We feel the sprightliness and cheer of spring at the very thought of Him. But once we focus on the trivialities of life and stay aloof from the Almighty, we feel that we are alone and we plunge into a state of loneliness and dark gloom! A poem with deep spiritual undertones.

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Thank you dear poetess Valsa George. Presence of God Almighty is festive and absence dull. When we disengage from our trivialities we again look for Him. On realising the strength of His presence is feeble we certainly feel diregarded

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A marvelous poem with crystalline images. The intricacies of life is well depicted and expressed.

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Dr. Antony Theodore 03 March 2021

When you smile I remember the moon; My heart leaps up From the darkness To the moonlit skies. Beautiful poetic lines from your heart dear poet Parameswaran Nair. Thank you very much. tony

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Suresh Kumar Ek 13 December 2020

Love and beauty are transient But they are the truths too. Good poem

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Suresh Kumar Ek 04 September 2020

a poet cannot shrink into a shell

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Aniruddha Pathak 26 March 2020

Poetic beauty at its best, and the hope turning to melancholy of loneliness at the end. Lovely, dear poet

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Thank you dear Sir, I am delighted to read your comments that give me energy and confidence

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