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Untitled – Why should all poems be titled?? This poem does not conform to usual standards…!!

The below six stanzas of poetry(???), I had scribbled in my cell phone editor mostly while travelling on train between Chennai and Bangalore in maybe 6-8 or more different journeys. Not knowing when, how and why to post it, I had just let it be in my cell phone drafts. And then two days back Megs (I call her Tigrrrrrrrrrr 😛 ) tagged me to a meme where it was required to post abstract poetry…each para not necessarily having any relation with each other. Wow!! Yay!! 🙂
That helped me give life to my otherwise caged-in-the-cell-phone, set of 24 lines…!! 😉 Thanks to Tigrrrrr, here I release those lines in your verandah of a mind.  

Btw, I’d like to thank all my readers and commenters for visiting this blog and encouraging me to carry on. I’m happy to convey that due to each of your constant visits, comments and support, the ranking of this blog has jumped 8 places up to #74!! 🙂 Three cheers to all of you and heartfelt thanks once again!! 🙂

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I was falling apart…
Barely breathing with a broken heart….
It was you who took me in…
Is this a sign, for a life to begin…?

Life’s all about give and take…
There are lots of promises that we make…
We get to see happiness and pain, together somehow…
As once in life atleast, we are sure to fall in love…

In my sleep, well past midnight I saw her in my dream…
There we were choosing, the flavour of icecream….
I chose butterscotch while she ordered chocolate…
I had this feeling that she was just the perfect date!

All that binds us to one another is love…
Through thick and thin, every then and now…
To make it work, we undergo a lots of emotions…
It does pain, a lot when it ends in chaotic commotions…

Why don’t we get all that we ever dream?
Frustrated and unhappy, in whisper we scream…
Though we have eachother to offer our shoulders…
Yet why do even minor hurdles seem to us like mighty boulders..

You shine like a diamond in the sky…
Can I just hold you, close by?
With you by my side, time just does fly…
Stay forever beside me or just let me die…

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Whoever is interested can take up this meme…But I’ll be tagging Amrita, Nayna and Raji.

Simple rules to this meme:

>The TITLE of the post should be the same as above!!!
> The tags should include poem-with-no-title 
> The poem should preferably be just random thoughts and abstract-ish

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Posted by on January 7, 2010 in Imaginative Bakwaas, poetry

 

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[Short Story]~ “Miss”tery!! :)

mysterious-woman

He had always been lucky to get what he wanted to have. Me too. There he is now…with her…from where I stand and see, happy and content. Sigh!

He fell in love with me few years ago and how he managed to woo me is still a matter of contemplation. All I can say is that he got lucky, by chance.
He was a charming young man, well settled, hard working and handsome. What more could any woman ask for? What more when there’s everything?
There was hardly anything that I found objectional in his behavior towards me, or towards anyone else for that matter. He loved me, he loved many.
I am a very straight-forward – straight and forward – woman from a middle class educated family. I can share everything, yes anything but my man.
When he proposed, I was surprised but I did make myself clear to him saying that he had to give up being a Casanova like he had been all this while.

I decided to go for it, as I had no other inhibitions in my mind. My mind’s had no inhibitions, its been quick and all clear all the while I have known.
There was not a moment of regret for what I had just committed. There were dreams of a futuristic life running in the mind. I could be me and wild.
It was not easy to be in a position I was. I was not used to it. It was all new for me. The last time it had been easier. I had just been a brides-maid.
That day as I looked into his eyes, I saw a future. I smiled a season. I could see how right I was in what I had done. My mind still had no inhibitions.
I wiped a tear, a tear of joy. I was now looking forward to leading this new life. A life full of happiness, for a thousand years to come. A few more.

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He had always been lucky to get what he wanted to have. Me too, yes “Me too”! There he is now…with her…in the grave, happy and content. Amen!

He fell in love with her few months ago and how he managed to woo her, I now understand was simply an art. He got lucky again yes, not by chance.
He was a charming young man, well settled, hard working and handsome. What more could any woman ask for? What more when there’s everything?
There was hardly anything that I found objectional in her behavior towards him or towards me for that matter. I liked her for who she was, *itch.
She was a straight-forward – ok, too forward – woman from my neighborhood who was beautiful enough to push an adrenaline rush, the right way.
When he proposed, I was surprised – yes again. I think that I had not been clear when I had told him to stop messing with other women. He had to go.

I decided to go for it, as I had no other inhibitions in my mind. My mind’s had no inhibitions, its been quick and all clear all the while I have known.
There was not a moment of regret for what I had just committed. There were dreams of a futuristic life running in the mind. I had been wild. Just me!
It was not easy to be in a position I was. I was not used to it. It was all new for me. The last time it had been easier. I had just cleaned up the *itch!
That day as I looked at his closed eyes, I saw a future. I smiled a season. I saw how right I was in what I had done. My mind still had no inhibitions.
I wiped a tear, a tear of joy. I was now looking forward to leading this new life. A life behind those bars, for a thousand years to come. A few more.

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I really don’t know if this will suit the “mystery short-story” contest being conducted in the internal corporate blog. So do not ask me, “Where is the mystery?”…If you end up asking that, it would mean that I am successful in creating a mystified ambience if not actually a mystery. Ask, ask, ask! 😛
Though I had 3 weeks at my disposal, I tried my level best to come up with the plot till the very last moment (about an hour back). It seemed like I kept swinging the racket, but the ball just didn’t happen to be in my court. So I sat down to write with the desktop notepad and my mind – both white and clean. 😀
I finally managed to get what you read up above…phew…seemed like a poem to me….11 lines of almost equal length, used twice in an attempt to create mystery only to be mystified by the mess. Kindly bear this fool (Hindi mein Flower :P). Amen! 😉

 
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Posted by on December 29, 2008 in Thoughts

 

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