I Dare Feel… So I Dare Write…
Go, go, go dear
You are not to stop here.
The path is untrodden though,
Your destination is not here.
Go, go, go dear
Shun your inhibition and fear.
It may seem scary all alone
But remember He is always near.
Go, go, go dear
Not the time to quit here.
When you can still walk a mile
Then why stop here!
Go, go, go dear
Conviction be dead in my words, dear.
But a belief is still alive
That your goal is near.
Go, go, go dear…
I vividly remember reading this poem for the first time in my 8th standard. Ever since then I felt deeply connected, in some mysterious way, to this beautiful piece of creation from Gitanjali, a masterpiece written by Rabindranath Tagore.
Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been
broken up into fragments by narrow
domestic walls;
Where words come out from
the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its
arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary
desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by
thee into ever-widening thought and
action—
Into that heaven of freedom, my
Father, let my country awake.
~Rabindranath Tagore
P.S: My “Where” series poems are inspired from this poem!
Where the road
divides into four.
Where I stand in
indecision up to core.
Where the lure is
for one and all four.
Where emotions rise
and flow in imagination.
Where, also fear of
tomorrow clouds decision.
Where choosing only one
builds up the frustration.
Where I stand at this
juncture of my life.
Where I feel, am walking
on edge of a knife.
Where I want to take
chance but fear to dive!
Where bullets ripe the
body, also the soul.
Where fear of death
engulfs not one but all.
Where the duty stands
before the weak and tall.
Where fields are “green”
with films of blood.
Where death is not glorious
but in unceremonious thud.
Where cannons and shells speak,
rest all are fused dud!
Where all wars are fought
for a noble cause as they say.
Where exaggeration of victory is
painted over trepidation and dismay.
Where will my destiny lead
or will it be my last fray?
Where I am not alone
in the vastness of sky.
Where someone walks
with me in wet and dry.
Where breath meets breath
with a gentle sigh.
Where the right hand carries
the left as we walk by.
Where hearts court each
other, yet the eyes belie.
Where feelings bubble
to fore, but tongues shy.
Where right and wrong
do not exist.
Where fear bothers
one, the least.
Where courage holds
the clenched fist.
Where night whips
the feeling of fear.
Where tough gets
going, seldom hears.
Where heart sinks
in the depth so near.
Where soul is at bay
thinking to be in depth.
Where ‘to feel’ is
to die in debt.
Where emotions churn
the burning heck.
Where can I say
I lie down at the shrine?
Where can I say
that I’m fine?
Where can I say
let my glory shine?
Where questions are
more and answer none.
Where confusion kicks
and to cry is fun.
Where life is dead
and death on run.
Where mounts the
mountain of worry.
Where falls to fault
the height of glory.
Where cherished are
the sons of sorry.
Where never ending path
leads to nowhere.
Where every destination
is not so dear.
Where each step has
vastness so mere.
HearT SpeaK 