if I cannot see
the road I take; fate smiles at
fading destiny

I think every one of us, at one time or the other, and maybe even as we’re reading this post, feel caught in the finely woven net of time. Absorbed in our goals, we hardly notice it fly past us in our life’s journey. Time is our tormenter-in-chief when we relax a little and our favorite guide when it comes in our favor.

I remember at one point of time, twenty years before to be precise; I had an aversion to poetry. It didn’t make sense to me. Sure, it sounded nice with all that rhyme, but I didn’t understand it much. I think my journey to whoever I am as a writer today began at that time. They say a poet is a philosopher too, so maybe that’s why I had an instant attraction to the poem, Leisure by W. H. Davies. It was part of my fifth grade English text, and though it wasn’t part of the syllabus, I just understood that easily, and I was so taken by the truth and wisdom in that poem.

What use is our life if we spend it so chained by time that we can’t enjoy the little things in life? If we can’t breathe free for a while, how can we know if we’re breathing? Can we feel the difference? Can we know what an innocent laugh sounds like if we don’t even have the time to listen to a baby’s laughter? Or see his/her adorable tantrums? Can we really admire life if we can’t even stand a while and look at our garden, at the flowers blooming there without plucking them and the butterflies and bees that come to it? Being happy and involved with our goals is good, but not at the expense of losing the opportunity to see how we’re traveling. If we never have to come back through that road again, we’d have missed something priceless, invaluable.

The poem Leisure is my favorite poem for that very reason. And it’s written in my heart where I can remember it if I go too fast.

NithVarma had suggested my page, Inspire My Art, “You can try writing a tribute to the poet/poem who/which has inspired you a lot!”

– so, glad to say, “Art – inspired, and painted”.

For the inspirations given by Haiku Heights (#109.Fate) and Haiku My Heart.

(March 2nd, 2012)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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