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Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Spring and Autumn




Life of a person
Often resembles the seasons;
Love colors your life in spring
You bloom in joy and delight
Your beloved adores the flowers...
....Then suddenly autumn visits
And the flowers depart with the leaves
Leaving behind the branches.
You slowly adapt to the change
Compromises are inevitable in life,
But what happens when
Your beloved cannot adapt or compromise?
You sigh...till spring returns
Only then you realize
May be, he loved only the flowers
There is no space for
The barren branches and the dull roots.

-Purba Chakraborty
(06.07.2016)



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67 comments:

  1. Sigh... such a soulful and tender poem, Purba
    Beautifully penned (as always)

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Poignant!

    Wish people understand and appreciate 'fall' as much as they love spring. I can relate to this one, very beautiful.

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    1. Thank you so much dear. I am so glad that you could relate to it. Always good to see you on my blog :)

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  3. Ah, he failed to see the beauty of the roots and branches that produced the blooms. Someone with wiser eyes will discover the treasure, and nurture the blooms.

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  4. Hard truths and I know them well. Some people just want to preserve a perfection lke an insect in amber. It's hard to tell them such stopping of time will not sustain them for long. Beautifully expressed narrative!

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    1. Thank you for the beautiful comment Susan. It added more to the poem :)

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  5. No words can express the beauty and depth of your words.
    Adversity defines true relationship.

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    1. Thank you so much for your generous words dear :)

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  6. Love cannot be by parts, if at all you love, love all of it.

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  7. Every word written is so beautiful and fresh like the leaves of the new season:)

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  8. Love and life are full of fall, twigs, branches. There is no compromise. We must love it all. Good, wise writin. Lovely thoughts.

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    1. So true,Myrna. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment :)

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  9. What a wonderful mediation - I wonder - is it true love if only the flower is loved and not the branches which hold them together

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    1. I guess it's attachment which is confused with love. Thank you Jae :)

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  10. How can you compromise when all's been harvested... so sad when the compromise and patience has flown.

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  11. This was beautiful and bittersweet. I hope it wasn't (too) autobiographical.

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  12. Very Poignant Purba. It's really sad that people pick roses and forget the thorns which protect them. Love shouldn't be partial. I relate to your thoughts so deeply. Beautifully conveyed.

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    1. Thank you so much Ma'am for the beautiful comment. It added more to the poem. Glad you could relate to my thoughts :)

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  13. Those that can't wait for one season or another are so much at a loss as they are blind to nature's round mimicking their own lives which are so precious we should savor every moment.

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    1. Indeed. I think when people seek perfection, such things happen.

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  14. Everyone wants a rose without thorns.

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  15. such shallow type abounds, looking for flowers only...wisely and beautifully said Purba....

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  16. Compromise is a fine line... where does one lose one's own identity...and how high is the price..important thoughts..

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    1. Exactly...one should not lose one's identity at the cost of compromise. Too big a price to pay.

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  17. Beautifully expressed the correlation of life and season. Well written!

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  18. This was beautiful, just like the first two poems in your latest book (yes, I've read two and will read more in near future.)
    I hope I can pen down phrases that do not necessarily rhyme and still sound beautiful! :D

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    1. Thank you so much Anmol :)
      So glad to know that you've read the first 2 poems of my poetry book and liked them. Hope you read and also review my poetry book in near future :P

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  19. Loved the comparison. Very profound observation, Purba. You are definitely an old soul. Stay blessed :)

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    1. I am called 'an old soul' by so many people. It's like my nickname now :D
      Thank you so much Ravish :)

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  20. It's sad that most of the people do that to you .. But true love will always be with you whether it's spring or autumn, he'll always love the branches as much as he loves the flowers. :)

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    1. Indeed dear...true love is patient. It accepts and loves the person as a whole...not in parts :)

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  21. I can relate to this a lot... very poignant dear :)

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    1. Thank you so much dear. Glad you could relate to it :)

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  22. Incredible piece of writing. Loved the way you penned down the emotions in this epic poem. :-)

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  23. Beautiful! Loved the way u drew parallels between seasons n people.

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  24. A sad truth,expressed beautifully.

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  25. There's beauty even in the sad note you end on. :)
    So nicely written, Purba.

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    1. That's so kind of you Divya. Thank you :)

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  26. Very well synchronized the feelings and the season changes.. A nice Poem, Purba!

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  27. True indeed!
    You said it Purba, very beautifully as always:)
    In this line,'May be he loved only the flowers'..'she' is implied too I believe!

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    1. Yes, definitely.
      Thank you so much Sir :)

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  28. And it is good to have that realization early on!

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  29. Hmm, so deep thoughts...thinking of real life situations ☺️

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  30. Heartfelt parity between life and seasons... :)

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  31. such a lovely poem... Life indeed resembles the seasons.. Changing and going on despite our wants... Love it.

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