O my dear!
The Misery has a tight grasp
Of my shoulders.
The end opposite.?
Must only be Joy!
To the extent possible
I rid the thorns
From piercing your soles.
That day will dawn..
Then..
The torments underwent
As roots into our hearts..
The joys
As the blossoms on our faces..
Till then..
Through my torn life
Let us patiently search for
Our golden skies!
...S.CHANDRA KALADHAR
Is the golden sky identifiable? If golden sky is a metaphor for a trouble-free all-joy existence, then isn't it just an Utopian notion. If yes, then is that joy we seek is in the journey itself and not in the destination as we would imagine? It is rather a clichéd reference to journey and destination but just fits ever so perfectly.
ReplyDeleteIt is a difficult idea to embrace and grasp and I am not claiming to have done so. I struggle with these thoughts just as the other person. Probably, the one who isn't is blissfully happy in his/her ignorance. Well, here stops the unavoidable digression.
Imagine, I am walking on a path laid out by nature-strewn with stones, thorns, and other usual suspects- and I look up to take pleasure in the clear blue sky that forms a pristine dome over my head. I am walking bare-foot on the beach on a pleasant night but devoid of a starry sky. In an ever so round about way, I am reaching here for the half-full half-empty metaphor. But besides the point, life seems to mimic such patterns more consistently which makes me wonder if the human spirit hopes to fly high inspite of the (well-understood) laws of nature.
Although the prose above is a reflection of emotions evoked by verses of your poem, its relevance to your work, in my opinion, seems thin at best. It is probably apparent that I struggle to appease the logical-side and imaginative-side of my brain.