Wednesday, June 11, 2008

As we rush

With apology to James Thomson. His rushing in a train with a travelling companion seemed so sweet and peaceful. But then, that was way back in early part of 18 C. Compared to his, our daily rush to, and with, work sometimes feels pointless.

As we rush as we rush for our train
Our bags in a hurry we pack;
But at times all the haste is in vain
For traffic jams hold us back.

As we rush, as we rush with our work,
Our friends and our families keep moving back;
But the threats that in dark corners lurk
Will never leave our track.

We will rush on in tension and fear,
Though machines are fast, and our brains we rack—
For we carry the back-logs with us, dear,
On our way more and more tasks stack.

5 comments:

illusionaire said...

yippeeeee! A poem that rhymes!!! Now this I understand. hehehehe. Beautiful poem!

Calliopia said...

Haha Kim's probably feeling all plummily vindicated for his many rhymed efforts which I always told him was soo old hat. Don't miss the fact that this one's a parody of an old poem, Kim.

Love the sounds in your poems, mesjay. It's just struck me that you're really a very sensuous poet :)

mesjay said...

well, that's the secret behind illusionaire's surprising glee about rhyme, uh? thanks for the cheers, illusionaire.
calliopia, guess we all do love sound, rhythm, pictures, etc. all the more so, i think, because we're people of the hills.

illusionaire said...

hehehe :)

well thanx to J, I have started discovering my other non-rhyming side of poetry, so I am glad for that :)

But at the end of the day, I'd still wanna write a poem that rhymes, even though I know it sometimes cound like a nursery rhyme. lolzzz

illusionaire said...

hehehe :)

well thanx to J, I have started discovering my other non-rhyming side of poetry, so I am glad for that :)

But at the end of the day, I'd still wanna write a poem that rhymes, even though I know it sometimes cound like a nursery rhyme. lolzzz