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The Flight (Poem-14)



the flight to Neverland...


On a cold and rainy October night
The pilot made haste for flight
To his origin, ("Neverland", he said)
And then soared into the night.

It had been several years since
The pilot left Neverland
And although he seemed to move on
The townspeople deemed him sad.

He never spoke much about the place,
Yet would often dream about
His youthful years in its greens
And the liveliest folk he'd never seen.

His dreams gave off hues of grief
But nought gave off his face,
Whenever the young man would be asked
On cue, his heart would race.

He didn't have the brightest years
Back in those spritely greens
He lost more than since, has gained,
And yet, there, he longs to be.

A little while after his ascent, that day
There came a rapping from behind
When he ventured to see, who the causer was,
Was appalled to see a mere child.

A tousled boy he was, and nothing more;
The astonished lent him a hand
The pilot asked, "So, where to?"
The boy softly said, "Neverland."

The pilot, in awe, formed a smile
He welcomed the boy on board
But before another word was said
The little one vanished into the unknown.

The pilot's teenage passed just as quick
Albeit, not calm or smooth
He didn't like much of those years 
And say more, he never would.

As the flight neared mid-way
The pilot flinched at some knocks
The dazed young man ventured, again
And was in for another shock.

On the top of the cockpit cage
Stood an older youth, like the child
The pilot blinked once, then twice,
His vision wasn't guiled.

The pilot, still shook, but careful still
Asked the young teen, "Now, where to?"
Passive, but obediently still
"to Neverland", said the youth.

In a dilemma, the puzzled formed a smile
And opened the welcome hatch,
But to his dismay, and yet once more
He vanished, making a perfect match.

Now this part we remember, for the pilot had said,
"Neverland was never all pretty",
"Too many wrongs to my name, o'er there
It caused me to leave the city..."

"An endless cycle of grief, yes it was..
Disguised in light and lush greens,
But, once, too close to that land I was
Almost pulled by its vines, underneath."

"Inside, in flesh, it's a hellscape
Often you'd say, 'hell hath no such fury'"
We asked, "Then why, oh why, do you return?"
He said, "For a second chance", and we'd worry.

For several years since, and several hence,
These second chances came too often
To the obstinate and poor, old pilot
There seemed to be no options.

The pilot, more than halfway there,
Had almost settled for a little nap,
But to his surprise, and as if on cue
He heard a single, but heavy, tap.

This time, the surprise hit differently
Since there was no one outside the plane
But someone still spoke to him
And he was in the mirror, his own face.

He covered his mouth in shock
And watched as his face spoke, ever so bland;
This time, even before the pilot could ask,
It chanted, "to Neverland, Neverland, Neverland"

It didn't vanish, not then, not later
It kept chanting the destination;
The pilot, now furious, even mad
Ignored the voice with resignation.

In the morning, the sun shone bright
As the bright and lush greens came into view
He'd been here a hundred times before, yet
The pilot acted as though it was new.

The landing space was quite small
But it didn't matter to the man,
He couldn't wait to meet all the townsfolk
The lively men that he never had.

And as he set foot on the ground,
Just like before, he was engulfed by the land,
And it pierced him hard, as he realized
That all those visions had told him to "never land".


-Armaan Kothare

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Explained :

While I would love to hear your understanding of this poem's significance, I'd also like to put forth my own intended message and theme; according to me, this poem revolves around the central theme of "repeating the same mistakes and expecting a different outcome". As is observed in the poem, the pilot is a character that keeps returning to the fictitious town of "Neverland", despite experiencing so many times that that place brought nothing but misery, at best. But in spite of his prior experiences, he continues to keep a positive will and makes the same mistake, over and over again, only to get trapped in a deceitful cycle. 

The visions that the protagonist sees throughout the poem, i.e.- the little boy, the older youth and the reflection of the pilot in the mirror, are all past versions of the pilot, stemming from the damages that he has sustained over the years. Each one warns him to "never land", but when one is headstrong, as is the pilot, one may misinterpret warning signs, and therefore, hears what he wants to hear. Deep in his heart, the pilot knows that he shouldn't go back to Neverland, but the voices he hears make him fixate on staying in that loop, and the poem ends with him falling for the same trap yet again.

The main message, according to me, is "positive wills and outlooks are definitely good, but blindly making the same decisions, over and over, won't result in any changes."

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I hope you liked reading this one! It had a rather different theme, but I wanted to explore it, nonetheless. Feel free to let me know any thoughts, suggestions, your interpretations of this poem,  or any sort of feedback in the comments section below, and keep reading!!

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Comments

  1. Brilliant!! and I would expect nothing less from you!

    (If only we were generations apart and I would get to read this piece in an ISC/ CBSE textbook rather than your blog...)

    Always interesting to read your poems!! Never stop,
    Best wishes! :)

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    1. Thank you!!! I wish they'd appear in our textbooks too xD
      Happy you liked it, and keep reading!!
      Thanks again :)

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    2. You always amaze me with your ability to think profound themes and explore them poetically. This one makes one really think! Life is a lot of learning and unlearning! Congratulations on your beautiful poem and keep writing!

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    3. Very true!! Thanks for reading :)

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  2. very complex thinking, suparmaan, way beyond your years

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    1. thank you for your encouraging words :)
      Glad you liked it!!

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  3. Fantastic!!! Loved the plot of the poem.. just amazing how you can come up with such an amazing concept. Thought provoking too!!
    Keep it up😍😍

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    1. Thank youu!! Conceptualized while reading :)

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  4. Superb thought process and clearly gets us involved in creative visualization of entire plot.

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  5. Fantastic!!! Superb thought....keep it up n All The Best for your Future endeavors!!!

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  6. Very profound. I have always been amazed to read your thoughts. Beautifully explained as well. Very impressive writing skills. Keep it up Armaan. Proud of you. 😘

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  7. Absolutely profound and so thought provoking. You definitely have a very creative way of thinking and head firm on your shoulders. Please pursue and nurture your creative talent . This is God's gift and cherish it. God bless you always. Ronica maushi

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  8. Wow Armaan! Fantastic narration one can literally feel the narration and visualize. Hatts off to your imagination! Keep wrting! Bless you !
    Paa

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  9. 👌👌👌👌👍👍

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  10. Great Armaan.....!! This is a fantastic read. This is a must read for every individual. The narration takes us back to those days when we were like the pilot .....flying to Neverland...!!

    Swapnil Shastri.

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  11. Amazing stuff kiddo !! Good job with penning your thought process behind the poem as well.

    While reading through, somewhere I felt you were probably referencing the various versions (or rather the times in life of your protagonist ).

    Agree with Palavi's suggestion. Would be good to see these works as part of some school text book. Let's see how to make it happen !!

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    1. Your interpretation is correct! I'm happy you liked the poem, and we should definitely pursue that suggestion
      :D
      Thanks for reading!

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  12. Mind blowing piece of message and thoughts put forth 🎗. And i must say great command and usage of the language.kepp going on . It was fun reading and felt like reading over again

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  13. Superb Armaan,

    I suddenly went in to an Introspective journey to find some mistakes that one does knowingly.

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    1. I'm glad you liked it, and I hope you overcome the obstacles in your journey! Thanks for reading :D

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  14. Unnati Dhurandhar27 March 2023 at 11:57

    Loved the poem.

    A lesson to all... if we want different results our efforts need to be different as well..!

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  15. Armaan, you have eloquently put your thoughts in thís wonderful poem
    It reinforces my thinking :
    We humans are gifted with the ability to gain knowledge, for which one needs to be passionate
    about achieving goals.
    Failures are inevitable but to rise & move in the right direction is what matters.
    Conquer ignorance.

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    1. Thats very apt, and absolutely correct!! I'm happy you liked the poem :)
      Thanks for reading!

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  16. Superb Armaan.. Best wishes to u..

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  17. Your thoughts and neatly selected words are really awesome as the message given is for all human beings.
    Keep it up Armaan

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  18. I've enjoyed your story telling ability and this one is fun to read.+1 to your theme of the individual expecting different results for the same approach. It's a great lesson to learn early on. I'd like to hear about your thoughts re: the journey also.

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    1. Glad you found it a fun read! And as for my thoughts, refer to the explanation part at the end of the post :D
      Thanks for reading!

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  19. Thought process way beyond your tender years! Great going Armaan! Keep flying! Love and Good wishes always!

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  20. Excellent Armaan... The 3 versions of the pilot indeed signified the timespan of his life... For me they were also a voice of his conscience warning him of the danger that probably lay ahead...my key take away was "one should listen to their instincts and be extremely conscious of it"

    Also ,it was good to read your interpretation of the open.

    - Mihika Navalkar

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    1. That's an interesting perspective for sure!! Really happy that you liked it, and thanks for reading!! :)

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  21. Very articulate and thoughtful. All the best!!

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  22. Very deep thought Armaan. I liked this one and your way of presenting it. Keep writing such good stuff and we love reading it.
    Sweta

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  23. Brilliant...amazing thinking and super language!!

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      I hope you liked it!

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  24. Brilliant writing Armaan.You always amaze me with your writing.Loved your simple language and it was a pleasure to read something powerful like this!!

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