The crowd and the teeny path

Note : From the time I visited Shantiniketan and started reading Tagore, the mind thinks in verse and the abstractness of the verse is more crystal clear than any sorted conversation. For my love of Tagore, want to log one more verse!

Devotion

A give in with no conditions 

Belief 

Trust only a clear heart can afford

Dream

I see every day 

Stir

Peel off the redundant and shake the soul

Wishes

Is only they could come true

Crowd

A sea of people always visible

You see a crowd, you trace those eyes, and they believe

The crowd pulls over, is always ready to engulf the dreamer.

You try your bit. Stretch out your hand; give a chance to move out.

From within those many many hands, there is a stirring.

The dreams mix and match, they blend to form a hue undefined.

The path looks unkempt. The years of no attention has let the creepers grow, the thoughts need mowing.

Someone has to clean it up before the walk.

You drive out the courage from the ruins of the soul,

The walk is ready to begin

And then

You look back

The crowd remains, it has engulfed again

That is what it was supposed to do

You try not to look amused

Patience, perseverance ; the fire in the belly will not help!

The blanket of the crowd can seem cozier and comforting than that unique breeze of the walk

My definitions are getting blurred, but the creepers will never thrive again…………….