A Feeling Rare

Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the love that inspires them.” 
(Marie Lloyd)

Miracle. Serendipity. Divine intervention. These often define the willingness to see the common in an uncommon way. Most people’s lives are a series of little miracles – strange coincidences which spring from uncontrollable impulses and give rise to incomprehensible dreams. We spend a lot of time pretending that we are normal, but underneath the surface each one of us knows that he or she is unique. Each one of us experiences miracles of some form, but we don’t realize when we do – miracles of healing, an answered prayer, an unexpected happy ending. Each comes quietly and simply, on tiptoe… so we hardly get to perceive its occurrence.

In fact, miracles are everyday things. Not only the sudden, great good fortune, wafting in on a new wind from the sky. They are almost routine, yet miracles just the same. Every time something hard becomes easier; every time we find a solution which until last week was non-existent; every time a kindness falls as softly as the dew, or someone we love who was unwell gets better; every time a blessing comes, not with trumpet and fanfare, but silently, at night… we have witnessed a miracle.


To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
This verse is a reflection of one such moment of serendipity when love decided to work in unknown ways:


A moment of pause and a pile of paper, 

Secret glances confirming the shy beat; 
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of a feeling rare and no retreat.

The kiss of destiny flirts in midair
Waiting for the heart to make a choice –
The window of hope plays its trick,
Knowing clearly yearnings of inner voice.

But despair, like a beggar’s flypaper,
Builds up reveries and sinks them deep;
A momentary delay across the road
Turns all hope into a floating heap.

Serendipity is a fisherman’s catch,
On a brighter day, for a greater cause:
For the kiss of destiny then plays its part,
Rising up an army with no clause.

The bouquet of love is not of flowers,
But of journeys forever divine.
A pile of paper if given a heart
Knows no barrier, no contour line.

At long last came the desired moment,
Secret glances confirming they meet;
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of a feeling rare and no retreat.


This poem is inspired by
‘Paperman’, a 2012 black-and-white 3D hand-drawn/computer animated romantic comedy short film produced by Walt Disney Animation Studios and directed by John Kahrs. The film won an Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film at the 85th Academy Awards.

Watch the movie below (Please pause the background music to stop interference with the video playing. You can do so from the “♪ Roll your Soul ♫” section on the right. Sincerest apologies for the inconvenience caused.):

In case your flash player is giving problem, you can also view it here.


Copyright © 2012-2013 Tanumoy Biswas and The Nomadic Soliloquist. All Rights Reserved.

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87 comments on “A Feeling Rare

  1. “Of a feeling rare and no retreat…”
    Agree with you… miracles do happen, but sometimes they are so pocket-sized, and we tend to ignore them. 🙂

    Lovely expressions, Tanumoy…
    I’m going to watch that movie soon!!!

  2. I am thankful and often in awe of the fact that I experience miracle moments every day. Thank you for reminding me that we can see them everywhere and in everyone.
    Love the Paperman video. I’d seen it before and just had to have another look. So cute!

    • “…we can see them everywhere and in everyone…” – Such a lovely thing to say, Carolyn. It’s a pleasure to have you here. And thank you for spending some time here. 🙂

      Best wishes
      Tanumoy

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  4. I love that thought, of everyday miracles. Makes life seem a little more magical than we often give it credit for. Also, I *loved* Paperman. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

    • Haha! I’m really glad I could bring some positive vibes to your life with this post… else what are we fellow humans here for? Thank you for being here once again, you always bring sweetness with you. 🙂

  5. Just when I thought miracles no longer happen in this world, here it is. And just when I thought there aren’t anymore believers of it, here you are. 

    Thank you for this brilliant manifestation of thoughts! Your pen reminds of many “blessings and truths” that in silence I relish through monologues with the soul.

    Ah, Huzoor, forgive me for picking “flowers” between your lines. I found  the words at the beginning of each line of the first two verses too tempting… Hence, I gathered them without your permission.. and brought them home to decorate my vase. 

    “A moment of.. Secret.. fleeting.. feeling”

    “The kiss.. Waiting for.. The window of.. yearnings” 

    *smiling at the flowers.. then at you*

    • Holy Spirit! Eureka, eureka! A miracle! That was one supremely wonderful transformation of words into magic… all credits to you!
      “A moment of.. Secret.. fleeting.. feeling”
      “The kiss.. Waiting for.. The window of.. yearnings”

      You amaze me… I’m in a stupefied state right now at the brilliance of what you created. Perhaps the best encouragement my humble words could get. Shukraan!
      *bow* *bow*… *bow*

      • Hehe.. Not my creation at all. They are all vivid Spring blooms of your lush literary garden, Sahib *smiles*

        But, I must say that you make a poor gardener. What kind of a gardener would be excited to know that a wandering fakir has secretly picked the most fragrant blooms of his precious garden? If I were you, I’d make that person plant five rosebushes for each flower stolen :p

        • Hahah! I’m a ‘mad’ kind of a gardener, who revels at the sight of his flowers spreading their bloom into souls who deserve to keep them closer to their hearts. “For dust you are, and to dust you shall return.” What else can make the gardener happier than to see his bloom bringing a sweet smile on a young couple’s bouquet of life? 🙂

  6. Beautiful description of kindness: “every time a kindness falls as softly as the dew” – love the way you describe it : )

    This post reminded me of how many miracles occur in my own life. Like you said, little miracles are always happening in our lives, but we don’t realize most of them. We have so much to be grateful for. Thanks for reminding us! As we journey through life, it is important to support and encourage each other.

    Very nice poem! This stayed with me after reading the poem:

    “A pile of paper if given a heart
    Knows no barrier, no contour line.”

    As I work on my first novel, I hope those words become true of my novel.

    All the Best,
    M.

    • Wow! Some lovely thoughts you shared with us. And like every miracle, they made the heart merrier than it was before. I’m really happy that this meek attempt touched your soul in some ways, and it feels great when the thoughts one is trying to put forward reaches another, exactly the way he wanted it to. Thank you Maryam, your words are always a source of blessings and inspiration. Good luck with your novel. Will wait for it. 🙂

      Peace & best wishes,
      T.

  7. The movie is AMAZING and the poetry is DOUBLE AMAZING! Miracles do happen, and I love the concept you put in this post:
    “Every time something hard becomes easier; every time we find a solution which until last week was non-existent; every time a kindness falls as softly as the dew, or someone we love who was unwell gets better; every time a blessing comes, not with trumpet and fanfare, but silently, at night… we have witnessed a miracle.”
    A friend of mine had referred me to watch PAPER MAN and today I finally saw it while surfing through your blog. It’s sweet!
    Best wishes.

    • Ah, you humble me with your appreciation, Maria! Really happy that you loved the way I portrayed the concept shown in the movie. And yes, ‘Paperman’ is one of the best short animations I’ve ever seen. Miracles do happen, and so strangers like us meet and know each other… that’s the greatest treat of life! 🙂

      Best wishes,
      Tanumoy

  8. “An unexpected happy ending.” My fave. I always say, “love doesn’t fall hard, it comes in softly on gossamer wings.” Another wonderful post, Tanumoy! Thanks for reminding me that life’s path isn’t predestined, our steps are created every single day. Happy weekend to you!

  9. So very true! Miracles are taking place all around us if we choose to see them and if we would make ourselves focus on the little miracles that are taking place, how much more wonderful would our lives be. Wonderful post!

  10. “The bouquet of love is not of flowers,
    But of journeys forever divine.
    A pile of paper if given a heart
    Knows no barrier, no contour line.”

    Loved these lines!
    Really you’ve an absolutely amazing vocabulary! And you effortlessly play with the words! I really wish I could do that!
    I know I am too late in discovering your work (My Bad Luck!). But I’ll surely take time to go thorugh all your renditions! Keep writing! 🙂

    • Ah, you bring such joy! 🙂
      Thank you so much. It feels so great when one connects so well with the attempts I make. And it surely is no bad luck… rather a leap of destiny that we finally crossed each other’s path here. 😉 Take all your life to read, I’ll keep waiting.

      Your words are ever an encouragement… thank you again! 🙂

    • Hello Jussara! It’s a pleasure to connect with you here… thank you for your appreciation. Looking forward to read more of you.

      Lots of love and best wishes from India 🙂 Tanumoy

  11. Can’t really add anything new to what has already been said, Tanumoy. The poem is beautifully crafted with words that carry the theme aloft.

    Love it.

    All peace and blessings,
    Eric

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