The Dreamer’s Choice – Kamala, Kerala
Once, I was a flower bud that flew off
Thrilled and unnoticed.
Traveled and meditated,
On the soul mountains,
Fished irresistible truths
In the mystic ponds,
Met several cavemen
Who never existed,
And one day just got lost.
As lost like a kid I was,
And tired like a duckling,
Lay myself on the brook.
I knew my life was over,
For I was born a deaf bud,
And will be the same in death,
Learning never to be a flower,
Even at the smile of the ephemeral hour.
Then you took me
And put me on,
Your dense hair,
And I bloomed.
Right people can bring the good thing in you.
hi there Kamala..!!
I really laughed at the intro of ur poem, but as i read it, i just fell in love with it..!! beautiful verse there buddy..!! 
) way to go..!!
Exactly Mrs Thara…Goodness within and outside is scarce and Eye openers wud seem sometimes very primitive.
Thank you Darsana for the appreciation and happy that you liked the lines!!
It’s all about being at the right place at the right time
You eventually found out where you really belong to after traversing elongated stretches of imperfect abstractions like ‘On the soul mountains/(Fished irresistible truths) In the mystic ponds’. The transient moment’s flawed smiles couldn’t help you blossom.
That was sad, really aching to read, ‘I knew my life was over/For I was born a deaf bud,/And will be the same in death/Learning never to be a flower,
The glory of the moment of your fulfillment was blissful, and relieving to the beholders as much as you when you reached your dreamed destination. Thank you for this really moving piece of poetry.
TOUCHING POEM. IF U DON’T MIND PLS CAN U TELL YOUR READERS Y U CHOSE THE NAME KAMALA?
Hi Vineetha: Apparently i must confess that Kamala was intended to be a pen name, now that the anonymity is removed, i would still hope on continuing the same. Kamala reminds me of two people. My beautiful grandmom and my little baby..:)
Okay. That is a nice thought. Happy writing to you!!