At the end of a long, tiring day,
I stood at the top of a stalled escalator.
The dead fleet of descending steps;
the still, cold, striped metal steps,
left me deflated, depressed,
and equally lifeless.
But just across,
I saw happy faces
being swept upwards,
smoothly, effortlessly;
fresh, beaming faces,
almost taunting me,
as I stood helpless.
With a curse on my lips,
and a deep, heavy sigh,
I trudged down the steps
heavily, grudgingly.
Almost in a daze,
my head spinning;
the cold, striped steps dancing -
a wicked, mocking dance,
mocking me to my face.
Not much later,
arms aching with heavy bags,
I stood at the bottom of the moving escalator.
I breathed a sigh of relief,
slid on to the moving steps,
and soon got off at the top,
hardly breaking a sweat.
I walked away pondering,
I walked away wondering,
how quickly things had changed.
How quickly a sigh of despair,
had become a sigh of relief.
A curse just moments ago,
now no longer seemed so.
If only we give ourselves time,
how many of our misfortunes
would turn into blessings?
Some slowly by and by,
and some perhaps even
in the twinkling of an eye?
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Comments (35)
Loved it..
lovely as ever! I was kind of confused when the first few lines spoke of a sorry state - I knew what was coming :D
Loved it!
positive Mental Attitude(PMA) is a gift from God. Some are born with it and most of us have to strive for it and that is the great message I believe the poem is about. It is up to the parents to inculcate PMA in their children in the early years. A very good message for young Parents, beautifully articulated.
Thank you Dinuchan for sharing.
Great one. Loved reading it. I see I have many to read in your list.
Will do it soon.
Thank you for sharing this poem Dinu Uncle. I also liked your #PoMoneModi note. I look forward to reading more of your writing.
Dinu.... didnt even spare the escalator
Lovely thoughts. I've been there too
Good poem - it has been a long time since your last article here
Great write up.
I liked your poem Dinu. Please Keep writing.
Brilliant!
As always good to read your writings. Loved it.
Well scripted thoughts.
a good message...
Nice.
Wow.. Very well written
Keep writin, Paul
Very nice Dinu
No words to comment, Dinu - just loved it!
Good writing. makes me think
How true - we just have to move on..and what was dark will soon become bright..
Loved this poem
Well written..
"my head spinning; the cold, striped steps dancing".. happens to me too when I walk down a stationary escalator..
beautiful poem.
Wonderful lesson from a simple day-to-day incident. Thanks Dinu
Yes..if only we were more patient at times..thanks
Superb
Nicely written and great thoughts, Dinu
i can really relate to this..
Very nice Dinu.
loved this..keep writing
Well written..
Beautifully written..loved it!