Laden I am down
there is no hope it is sundown
out of nowhere
like a whiff of fresh air
you come
become the fulcrum
Your hand holds mine
fingers intertwine
you pull me from the deep
life is an upsweep
To love’s dictum
joyously I succumb
- Shail Mohan (March 2009)
This is in answer to Usha’s tag to write on the subject of holding hands and what it means to me. This Neptunian believes the highest form of love is between man and woman. I know I will be contradicted by the mother-child group. Pardon me, I disagree. But I digress. Here is my take on holding hand, Usha. I know I am inoridnately late. My apologies.
Man-woman, mother-child…that’s an interesting one! I would suppose that any bond that’s stronger and more special than blood bonds is truly special
Btw, nice rhymes as usual!
Me: Lol Ganga, I put that disclaimer in place because we Indians go a little overboard about mother-child relationships which carries into adulthood. Ugh! I hate the sickeningly cloying way mother-child relationship is conveyed in our literature, movies etc. Maybe I will blog about it in detail some day.
Thanks.
beautiful !!
dint know love had categories and levels !!
but the words are beautiful !
Me: Well, I did not know either Dhiren. But the mother-child relation is eulogized so much. put on a pedestal and worshipped as the highest form that I thought I should make my views clear. Thanks for the appreciation.
Thank you, Shail, so much
And don’t worry about being late 
I am always late, especially when it comes to tags, so I understand, entirely.
Loved this, and your perception and perspective, Neptunian one, and well, love is love… and holding hands is one of the most simplest and most beautiful tangible expressions of it!
As your poem, too is! There is a gust of sudden freshness, and gush of emotions that come with this! Ummmm…
Thanks for that total appreciation. Sounds great coming from a poet herself!
Me: I know exactly what you mean when you say, ‘when it comes to tags’ Usha!!
this is beautiful!and its a joy to read the way so many have done this tag:)
a beautiful ,beautiful tag this one!
and you have brought so much to it:)
loved it:)
Me: Thanks Indyeah for the appreciation.
I liked the different versions of this tag the bloggers have come up with. Truly enriching experience it was reading each.
Shail I’ve been waiting to read this tag of yours since the day I saw your name on Usha’s tag list.
As always loved your interpretation.You conveyed yourself so well in those few words.Beautiful.
Me: Glad you liked it Deeps. I really loved the one done by your mom too.
We know that everything flows
from only the highs to the lows;
the only thing that is above
this maxim or rule is love
which can spread by the wave of the wand
or by the mere touch of the hand.
PRG: I am amazed. You are a nimisha kavi. You speak poetically now! Wow I really loved this one.
Very touching (thought I hate to say I found the rhyming a wee bit forced in some places
).
Me: Thanks Pallavi. And which places would that be??
It is so beautiful, Shail. Your poetry just flows. Just couple of lines speak volumes.
Me: Thanks so much Solilo. This one really came from my heart, not that the others didn’t. But rather that this one is close to my heart.
Are everyone in blogosphere can rhyme expect me
, beautiful poem and I love holding my loved one hands, gives me strengths.
Me: Good for you. Hold her hand more often and thanks!
Beautiful depiction of intense emotions in few words.
Me: You changed your mind?? I am surprised. Thanks anyway.
‘That’ holding hands between a man and a woman IS something which only a few can sense
And ‘That’ feeling IS a bliss 
I honestly enjoyed reading this again and again…
Me: You bet it is bliss Bubbly!
Love is holding hands in the street
Marriage is holding arguments in the street
Cheers,
Sal
Me: Haha! How true Sal. Come to think of it, I haven’t yet tried this argument on the street stuf!
Loved it! This one flowed spontaneously.
Me: Haha. Are you surrpsed why I am laughing Rhett?? I couldn’t help it as I have got two diametrically opposite reactions to this one from ‘forced rhyming‘ to ‘flowed spontaneously‘!!
Thanks Rhett. To tell you the truth and to let you in on insider info, it flowed spontaneously as far as writing it went!
Interesting point about which love is the highest, deepest, strongest. or longest. I agree with man-woman love, but family
love clinches “second place” like my sons and Jimi. Of course,
each love has its’ own features, no?
Very nice poem; I enjoyed it. Holding hands is the outward sign of the link of love. (in many, not all cases) It is a joining, as is a hug or kiss.
Bob
Me: Each love definitely has its place and features. But the one highest for me is still the one between man and woman.
Thanks for the appreciation Bob.
For a very brief moment, I thought this post could be about Al Quaida troops fighting or something!
//Laden I am down
like
“Laden! I am down!”
A cry for his chief from one Al Quaida terrorist upon taking a hit!
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Ah scrap that (I don’t mean on Orkut!
) It was a pretty simple yet deep poem! (This is really coming from someone who is not very much into poems and simply skims over so many poems on blogsphere. So its genuine and true!)
Me: Thank you and even if it is from someone who is not very much into poetry it means a lot to me.
And I loved that bit about Laden. Now who would have thought that??!! 
Fresh perspective is all it takes to see things differently! 