Knife

The knife twists in the wound
As I sit and watch

The pen scratches on paper
And I still feel inexperienced.



Undated

Malaise?

If a cell is a unit of memory
Surrounded by matter...
I must be a memory map
Unforgiving
Insensate and eternal!

If a cell, then, dies
Does that part of me
Get lost forever?

Are you and your
Thoughts
In me

A

Cancer?

An
Unpredictable
Mutation?

Dear Me!

For, do I lose..

In that Carcinoma
When you overwhelm?

Or find myself
Fairly inundated
Terminally
As you seep into
Every nook and
Cranny of my
Consciousness?

Tell me
Dear One,

How will I ever
Cure myself

Of you?




7 January, 2009
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Post Script:

Just posted this last night on the Ah Poetry comm., after an AGE, on Orkut, and so I had to share it here, as I usually do :)

Read this one? For you especially, Dhiren :)

Here

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Formless

He came with the dawn,
Early morning mist-
A hazy form:
vague nothingness,
slowly taking shape!

My long night was
nearing light-
I knew, the sun
was just behind him.

Trapped in my darkness
I could do nothing,
but wait...
Endlessly, it seemed.

I wondered.
Did he know?
Was that why he came?

And I waited.

Wondering
why, suddenly, the steps
seemed unsure
faltering-

And the mist grew thick!

Still trapped in
my darkness
I knew
I would have to burn-
so that he could see light,
and part the mist again.

Only, I hope, he will forgive me
for being formless,
when he finally gets here.

5 June, '07

Grief

How could Fate
have been so cruel?
I wondered...

Not for myself
but for them,
Who so devoutedly
gave of themselves
and asked only
for blessings in
return,
not for themselves
but for their own.

How could this be?

There are no answers,
some said sagely;
Things have a way
of happening,
others said, knowingly.

Neat, ambiguous answers
to console the
grieving hearts
whose pain is
the only unresolved
undissolved,
resolute and
undying residue
within.

How can one ever
console them?

Even He cannot,
then who am I to
even try?



20 April, '02

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A re-post. Just thought of this, after a visit to a family bereaved of their mother, who passed on, peacefully at the age of 90+. The time spent there, was filled with touching moments of grief, really, in the way all her grown up children, grand children and great grand children were moved beyond words with grief. There was peace, and there was grief, each in its proper place. But sometimes I wonder. I always have...
Ever since, that day, I have been wanting to repost this, just to share...

Belief

It's Spring-
Wafting music
And fragrance
In the warm air.

Only on the outside.

I wait, like the
Selfish Giant,
for Spring to visit-
My heart;

I wait, for the
Benediction of
A loving thought
that I know
will come.

I'll wait;
For Spring
will not deny me.

Cannot.

For,
I believe.





16 February, '08

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Re-post :)

You...

just a couple of weary shells
on a lonely beach.
a couple of tired purposeless
shells.

till a grain of a fraction of
the golden sun
slipped between.

the pain started; endured
and crystallized as a drop of
tear

into a liquid opaque milky
pearl.

a beginning with you.
a realization of beauty.

my empty lifeless eyes
fill with tears....

17 March, '84

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Re-post, again :)

Edited to add:

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It's simple. :)

Quest, Again...

Into myself
down the

s
t
r
i
n
g
s

that letters form

s
......n
a.
k....
i........
n...
......g

down
weaving in and out
through emotion
feeling

through the
labyrinthine
maze
of experience
in pursuit
of that fleeting
gossamer texture
that,

touching it,


will lend itself
to the bliss of
finding the
pot of gold
at the
rainbow's

e
n
d

.
.
.


I look again
to find

those

w
o
r
d
s





17 March, 2008
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A re-post, till the quest brings more time and words to share :) :)
Thank you, once again, all of you wonderful people for having dropped in here to read, and share your views. A few more days, and I ought to be myself again, :D!!!

Another post on which I have tried the same nonsense structure :) ....

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