Wishes… wishes… wishes…
Birthed from deep desires
Tiny colorful things
With pretty gossamer wings
Though to hold them I tried
They scattered far and wide.
Now I search high and low
In light and deep shadow
Flushing them out of crevices
Digging them from deep holes
Plucking a few off leaves
Finding some behind eaves.
No stone can I leave unturned
Each should be found and interned
To be sent before long
To where they truly belong
When the blazing fire consumes
And the wishes turn to fumes
Any that skitter will be squished
By booted feet and finished.
When they are all forever gone
Putting an end to an era bygone
I shall breathe easy and free
But when will that day be??
-Shail Mohan (Nov 2008)
Ah! This is a delightful piece of verse…!
Almost felt, and saw the wishes, flitting, wearing angel wings, sprinkiled with a bit of stardust… !!!
Gossamer, too. I love that word!
As to when that day will be
Well, you know, don’t you ??
A lovely, beautiful poem! That literally is filled with so much of energy and positive vibes..
Typo.. oops, *sprinkled
Lovely poetry, Shail. Your wishes seem alive, like tiny fairies flitting here and there!
The poem seems a bit sad to me. As if you are trying to let go of unfulfilled wishes and move on, but not completely succeeding. Of course,this may just be my interpretation, and not what you mean to convey.:)
Shail,
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
Beautiful poem. For a change, I understood a poem fully on the first read. Wow! Probably it is the effect of being a regular on Usha’s, your’s and a few other fellow bloggers blogs these days.
Keep them coming.
Cheers,
Salil
Nice poem with delightful rhyme and play of words. BTW, y du u wish the wishes awat? Why not cultivate them, ain’t they like your frolicking children?
*away
Shail, I am not quite the poetic sorts…but that certainly sounded beautiful…with a certain flow and rhythm delivering a beautiful ‘gossamer’ thought…
Don’t squish
Any wish
They’re hope
Help us cope
And us, make Life, relish!
The wishes are so well personified. I almost saw a tinkerbell flitting on flowers and spreading magic dust. But why do you want to burn them Shail? That is a pessimistic ending. You might just call it stoicism, but it is disheartening
..or would they rise from the ashes like a phoenix?? 
Nice one…tasted bit sad in the end but the initial sweetness was ever present….
Usha, thank you. Glad you liked it.
Ohhh you have brought such a lovely picture to my mind with all that ‘sprinkled stardust’!!
Manju, your interpretation is closer to what I wished to convey. Thanks.
Salil, so you are getting the hang of things by visiting the pages of your friends. I am still laughing over your comment about your new mobile in Usha’s post!!
Rhett, thank you. Why not cultivate… maybe there isn’t enough irrigation and fertilizers for it to be cultivated!
Ganga, I am happy that the not poetic sort liked what I wrote. Thanks!
Ahh Gulshan, you are always right! They are hope , help us cope!
Roopa, thanks. Perhaps they might rise from the ashes like Phoenix!
Monu, glad you could feel the sweetness and the sadness. Thanks for dropping in.