Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Echoes

Baby calls her father,
gets boomeranged by her own voice
and cries.
Let her cry now
because sometime later
she too will learn
that what we know about others
are our own echoes.

30 comments:

Rakesh Vanamali said...

Wow! Did anyone tell you that you are a genius?????

Old Monk said...

You are right MIP. Every human being has his own perceptions. All of us may be seeing the same thing but the way we perceive and look at it will be different. Likewise our understanding about a person depends on individual views and thoughts.Nice post. Hope I got you correctly.

Devika said...

Yes, she should know/learn, if not time will teach her :)

Well said MIP..and thats the way children are to be brought up...most parents of the present times aren't so hard on their children...often dancing to their tunes -

Well i myself doubt my parenting skills, though :))

wishes,
devika

Devika said...

But to think of it, MIP....Is it not better to leave it to time to teach her and attend to the child's cry now....given that all children may/may not grow to have those qualities as envisioned by the parents...

atleast you will have the satisfaction of being a loving parent :)

frankly speaking, though i said the other way in the spurt of the moment...I wasn't convinced myself :)

wishes,
devika

brocasarea said...

true!!....

opinions do vary!..

:)

aria said...

Ohh yes.. the baby will learn and perhaps you are learning everything all over again through her .. the echoes.. well .. lovely .. :)

Jeet said...

WOW!!! it just hit me ! what a wonderful writeup!! Damn good !!

Swati said...

sheer brilliance :)
although i believe that memories are too taut. They snap back or break.. why give bad memories where you leave her crying?..so attend to her calls and let Life be the teacher :)

sheeza said...

so nice and impressive.

i love true and meaningful poetry.

i like yours:)

runnerfrog said...

Sometimes I don't wanna see the truth, but I can never take my eyes off of it.

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

true :-)

The Survivor said...

Too Good Mate!!

GMG said...

Hi Man!
Thanks for your comment at Blogtrotter that finished Turkey 2008 and is back to a gem in Iberia. Enjoy and have a great weekend!

rch said...

This one resonates inside - well done! Take care,

Bob

issam said...

beautifully said...
Simple, crisp and very profound :)

tunafish said...

Hi MIP,

As simple and profound as always... missed reading your posts... man! it's good to be back

manoranjini said...

First time here and what a real find your blog has been!To someone not too much into poetry,I read a heap of enticing poems here.Thanks soo much for opening my eyes to how much fun poetry can be!You are a wonderful poet!!

Preeti Shenoy said...

Poor baby
Should not be left to cry.

Cruelly true and deep though.
well written.

Thank u for dropping by
Preeti

Gyanban said...

Innocence lost or lost innocence. !

nice work.

Tongue Trip said...

im glad i came across this blog and im sure to return and keep returning. i like them all, especially the butterfly and happiness one. cheers ta!

Karthika said...

So nice.....but dont let her cry more...shez just a baby nw...believes in wat she sees...therez enough time 4 her 2 know others .

thoughts said...

you are very right, mostly we hear our own echo.

wildflower said...

Good one

Fantasies of a Lifetime said...

Brillaint !! . .

"that what we know about others
are our own echoes"

Loved the line

Gautam Anand said...

wow man !.. hw do u come up with such innovative thinking ...

Iniyaazh - இனியாழ் said...

"What we know about others are our own echoes" - how true... and you make it sound so very simple.

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Mampi said...

MIP, calling out to the father and knowing about him are two different things. Do not force her to know him when she wants only to call out to him.
its a good perspective for a poem but not for a baby.

Ritu said...

Beautiful poetry, bad parenting

Latikkaa said...

beautiful.. Poignant !! Your perception is out of the box..