In Search of Unknown

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Poem By: Urja
Poetry

I wrote this during my teens when my spirituality was still evolving. It is evolving still.... Of course, being young then, I wrote in a style which I now find a bit too melodramatic and of a slightly irritatingly gushing manner. But it is always interesting to look back and critically review one's own work. View table of contents...

Submitted: Apr 2, 2008 Reads: 62 Comments: 8 Likes: 7

IN SEARCH OF UNKNOWN

In search of unknown I did fly

High in the limitless sky;

I dived in the oceans deep

And lost my hunger, thirst and sleep;

I lost my mind and heart and soul,

My search became my only goal;

I looked at moon and stars and sun,

And saw the image of someone;

I searched in silver and in gold,

And searched in songs, in tales untold;

I searched in rivers and in streams

In windy weather and in breeze;

I wondered what had possessed me,

The unknown that I could not see

That sent such sunny brightest rays,

That brightened up the darkest days;

The end of search did not come fast,

But unknown became known at last;

All my greatest dreams came true,

I found that my unknown was you.

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Comments:

apodiform

I like it! If the folly of youth is to search for the stars and always be on a path of self-discovery, then I'd like to stay that way forever. Kudos.

Posted: Apr 2, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you so much Emily. Often subconsciously we crave validation of our feelings, and when we get it, it it feels good. So thanks again.

Pratibha

Dear Urja,
Wow, this is so cute.Yeah, i could identify myself with it.I liked the flow and simplicity.
Gave it a "i like it".......I think my search will stop only when i close my eyes forever.

Posted: Apr 2, 2008

Author Comment:

You are so right, Pratibha. The search has to go on....

PhoebeMiller

I have always been a wanderer of sorts, seeking something I have never found. This quest used to drive me crazy. I thought I needed to find this elusive what ever it was that might make me whole. It seemed as if others had found it; they seemed so happy. I think it was turning 30 that allowed me to stop and take a breath. It's alright to keep on searching because that hole I've been trying to fill doesn't really exist. I seek because I am not content to settle with the mundane, for it's the journey I enjoy most.

Oh and I know what you mean about the melodramatics of youth. I found some poetry from my late teens and I laughed. I want to reach back in time and comfort the girl I was then, tell her to relax. But it is all a part of you, treasure it or release it.

Posted: Jun 6, 2008

Author Comment:

Ah, it's so nice to have one's sentiments echoed by another! And turning 30 was what somewhat cooled me as well, probably one of the reasons being that now I feel that maybe life is just meant to be lived and not too much to be contemplated upon. Sometimes, when I was younger, I used to wonder why most people around me did not have a thirst for the unknown, but then, I also used to think that those who do not have that desire were probably better off, being content with their lot! All in all, I would not exchange my way of thinking, though. It makes life interesting!

Kritika

that was so enlightening.........i guess i understand what you are trying to say..........going through the same things right now!

Posted: Jun 24, 2008

Author Comment:

The idealism of youth, the quest for the unknown... Sadly, as we get saddled with more and more responsibilities, it is so difficult to keep up with our thoughts. But it's always a lovely feeling to have felt that way at some point in time. Good that you are going through that phase full of zest!

Classy Peach

I had no spirituality in my teens Urja. You should commend yourself for being able to state that you had confusion, at least. I think this actually might be my fav of your writing, with the exception of the last line (k...that last line is a bit corny)(but considering your age I'll let it pass)(ha!)(and knowing you've evolved into the graceful, charismatic, charmer that you now are, I'll let it pass!!!)

I'm just noticing your commentary above me, when I turned 30, I wore black for 2 months and thought life was done! Boy oh boy, was I mistaken. Now, at 36...well I've got alot in store for me yet (hopefully) and wear quite a badge of honour for what I've been able to accomplish. Who knows what's next?

Posted: Aug 23, 2008

Author Comment:

HAHAHA.... that last line is totally corny, and when I look back at it now, I feel very sheepish about having written it. Some day, when my laziness leaves, I would try to change it. Most of the poems I post on booksie are grossly outdated. I hardly write poems these days, since I am working very seriously on a novel. It is still going to take 2 to 3 years to complete and that is all that occupies my creative space most of the time. Occasionally some poem flashes through mind and I write it, but otherwise it just isn't happening. Hahahaha.... thanks again for the compliments. I was sad for a tad bit when I turned 30 too (for a while I thought I must be turning 'old', and I don't want to die till I am 500). Very soon, though, I realized that I have a lot more going for me now than I had ten or fifteen years earlier. At least, I make a fool of myself less often!!

Slender Smile

Wow!
Very well written Urja..:)
Did u find the unknown at last?:)
I loved the lines:
"I looked at moon and stars and sun,
And saw the image of someone;
I searched in silver and in gold,
And searched in songs, in tales untold;"
I felt the same way at one point of time.
I believed completely and blindly in love which i'll find one day....the kind of love which touches my soul and brightens my day.
I believed that the day I meet that love...i'll know.
The day my fiance came to see me...i felt it...I felt that he is the person i have waited all along.
I found my unknown.:)
I know my road is tough ahead but it would never be the end.:)
I loved your poem.

Posted: Oct 6, 2008

Author Comment:

Husna, I'm married to the most wonderful guy on this planet. He is not perfect, but he is perfect for me. My unknown, however, is not a person, but an abstract restlessness of spirit. Still looking for it, thought I feel myself inching closer with each passing day. I wish you great future with your love. Thank you for stopping by and writing this beautiful comment.

Onion Knight

That last line had me cringing.

Everything else felt like me. I am in that age. I feel naive. Vulnerable... and at best, over-contemplative.

The hours I have wasted staring into a sunset or over an endless ocean, in some vain quest to find some answer to my own existence, to find meaning...

Too many years ahead of me, too many threats in the world to promise me a safe future...

My generation will find only pain and misery over the horizon... but that depends on who you ask.

I look around me at others my age... they do not think, they live each day, they find meaning in the most smallest of gestures.

Why do I have to over analyze everything? What could I possibly find in the adolescent youth? In denial that my life could not possibly be this simple...

I have no grip in holding onto reality. Nothing is real to me. I am dazed and confused in the most darkest of my minds lairs. Digging at the walls trying to escape...

I do not understand anything... and the more I try the more I realize.

Posted: Oct 26, 2008

Author Comment:

Knight, I know exactly what you mean - in fact, those very feelings had prompted me to write what I did. Over-analyzing was a problem with me as well (and still remains), but I've harnessed it and I put it to good use - it helps me solve problems, understand things, bring new dimensions into mundane stuff .... Incidently, the 'you' in the last line stands for the essence of life, of which I seem to be slowly getting some grasp (but the line sounds a bit cheesy, being open to everyone's own interpretations of 'you', and I've been thinking of modifying it).

Trust me, it is good to have these thoughts - few years down the line you will be thankful that you had them, because they would have moulded you into a multi-dimensional person, someone whose company you would enjoy.

veracity

U have got me hooked to your poems.....one by one I am compelled to go thru them, ohhhhhh

All these days, i was looking for some genuine, gripping stuff nd here, i found u in pratibha comments book....u r like a river who is flowing nd will decide yourself ur destiny. bravo!!!

Posted: Nov 19, 2008

Author Comment:

Ah, then you should check out the poems of Onion Knight - I think you will like them a lot. It is nice to be thought of as a flowing river which decides its own destiny ... my life would be perfect if I can find that rhythm - to furiously flood away the obstacles when needs be, or patiently carve a path through a rocky terrain, and flow gently into the great unknown when all else is accomplished. Thank you, again, for reading my work.

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