I am happy with my three best friends,
my cramped-up wooden house
in a small town,
a thousand inhabitants
my neighbour, a war hero,
another one, a priest,
apples grow on trees,
vegetables flourish on the ground,
fishes fly in the lake nearby
and the birds swim through the clouds.
You may have gotten the jist by now,
I am not an explorer.
I don’t crave to travel the universe
I am a lost soul that has just settled.
and I am just learning to love my space.
I have just started to build my fences,
and decorate my walls.
So let me rest, world!
Don’t demand or expect an adventure
Don’ t lure me with space travel,
for me, travelling to the next town
is already a great voyage.
I live in my own little universe
and I don’t care about your
hunger to strive,
your attraction with growth,
with expansion of horizons,
with moving out of comfort zones,
reaching out to the stars and more.
I am satisfied with my own.
So let me rest, world!
Don’t demand or expect an adventure
Let me just enjoy the stability,
the tranquility, the steadiness,
the constant, the peace.
Category Archives: meaning
Only a poet can bring meaning to the meaningless
Beauty is inane without the observer.
Like the moon,
It’s just a rock spinning around in space,
but our ability to envisage beauty brings meaning to it’s craters and it’s glow.
The poet writes–
‘The moon changes it’s shape every night, sometimes being there completely, ko sometimes sharing a part of it and sometimes hiding in the dark, but it is never distant, it never abandons you’ –
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© rahulrimalpoetry
