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Thoughts About a Tree

Updated on June 20, 2017

Silence exists

I can't see all that moments
With my mortal senses
Maybe someday we could penetrate
And could travel in time
Back to ages,back to lost lives
Hear sounds in the air
And could tell the tales
Of people and things
Remained mute in time
Never written about in books
Never talked about in gatherings
Like the forlorn tree, guys come and go
I saw the tree and talked about it
I thought about it all the way
In the moments that slipped away
Locked away in the black box
Winds of time blew away them all
Mundane we call all those moments
Never to be given a damn look
Things and guys appear and disappear
Why do I think about them in vain
About a tree who would be out of sight
Such trifle thoughts never come to earthly guys
Like some dross, they occur to our eyes
Each triumph 'll turn into trash, knows everyone
Till the heart throbs in the bosom, all play exists
Things and guys 'll be loved till the thread goes
No one cares when withered and gone
Things, trees and guys
Wonder in my mind
Keeps my sight galloping
From moment to moment
One thing to the other
One guy to the other
Many questions arise
But only silence stares at me



Wonder Time

Thoughts about a tree

On the way
I saw a huge tree
Now almost dead
Wilted wood staggers
Trunk hollow like a cave
As a decrepit building
About to collapse
I wonder what life it lived
How it faced onslaughts of time
Sapling till it turned senile
I think of the guy who planted it with love
Little boys and girls who enjoyed swings
Naughty kids who climbed it , ate fruits
Serene shadows savored by souls exhausted
Wish it were a guy like you and me
And would smile and give some hugs
Could talk to me for awhile
And tell the tale any day
The guys, men and women
All it met and touched their lives
Felt their joys, sorrows, suspicions
All losses and their gains
What they whispered to stars
What they went through in anguish
This tree is dead to all good and bad
To all tales it heard from the guys
The scenes of scuffles it watched
Laughter and smiles, anger and hates
Soon the wood will wither away
And merge into the earth
And with it the moments
It cheered and cherished
Everything past and present
Will vanish into nothing
Never to be seen again by anyone
Never to be thought upon by anyone
There'll be only earth above and below




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      Harish Mamgain 20 months ago from India

      Thanks Devika, it was a very huge dead tree I saw on the way. Just out of curiosity,these words arose in my mind.

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      Devika Primić 20 months ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Beautiful trees to keep memories in a great way. You shared with a great mind.

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      Harish Mamgain 20 months ago from India

      Venkatachari M, you're such a great supporter. I love your very cordial comments. Trees are very lovely beings and need our love and attention. Peepal, Mango,jamun, gulmohar, amaltas, semal, bargad and neem are such trees that one can't ignore their presence. Thanks for taking time for reading the hub and commenting so nicely.

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      Venkatachari M 20 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Very emotional and sensitive lines. Your reflections about the tree and comparing it to the guys is much meaningful. People should observe things and learn from their old experiences and try to be more wise in their indulgences. Live a life which shall be remembered by your neighbours even after you wither out and leave this earth.

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      Harish Mamgain 20 months ago from India

      Yes Hari , you are right. I often indulge in such sorties in the past. Isn't it so interesting and enchanting ? Thanks for your kind visit and appreciation.

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      Harish Mamgain 20 months ago from India

      This craving is great and delights no end. I often think of my school classmates what would they be doing now. Ruby, being nostalgic sometimes is so soothing ! Thanks for presenting such lovely comments.

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      Hari Prasad S 20 months ago from Bangalore

      Very imaginative and well expressed about attachment to trees.

      Most who are on move or have moved out of places of their growing up, do cherish old emotions towards things like a seat or a playground, or a pool and feel nostalgic when we see them again after many years.

      - hari

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 20 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Ah yes Hari, time takes it's toll. We have much to remember as well as the tree. When I see a tree with carved words, I wonder who and what happened? Loved this time of wondering...