if I cannot see
the road I take; fate smiles at
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.
- so, glad to say, “Art – inspired, and painted”.
(March 2nd, 2012)