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For K, whose perseverance and sheer magic of being makes me swell with the pride of just knowing you.
Will it rain tomorrow
I asked you
You negated
From a city
That is far away
From where I sleep
Will it be okay
I asked you
You were affirmative
Trust me, you said
I believed you
A lot of other what ifs
I asked you
You explained
Destiny and the human mind
You showed me
It is true
In the middle
Of a bookstore
In the middle
Of a working day
You read out poetry
That’s straight from your soul
You make being
Seem so easy
In spite of the what ifs
Coming to life
Amidst the sculpture
And verse
And rum
And being
You forgot
To teach me to breathe.
posted by Prat @ 12:32 AM
13 comments
13 Comments:
>> You forgot
To teach me to breathe
That's breathtaking! :)
Amidst the sculpture
And verse
And rum
And being
You forgot
To teach me to breathe.
Can't get over these lines...
yes, masterly end that one...beautiful piece on the whole!
Simply amazing
you are one lucky girl to have someone like that.
viper
your poetry is very similar to that of pablo neruda. Not in words and language, but in emotions and feel.
Here is one of my fav ones for you.
Ginger
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’
The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.
Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.
What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.
That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me
The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.
Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.
Pablo Neruda
Kishore,
Umm. The question is whose breath.
Sa,
get over it fast. we hafta go for dinner!
inky,
thanks a million. its ever so nice having you around.
viper,
care reveal your identity?
ginger,
hmm yes, one of my fav too. i blused a deep beetroot when you took me in the same breath as neruda. far stretched, but thanks anyway.
do i know you from some place?
To that K: Whomsoever you may be, pls teach her soon how to breathe... :)
Nice poem :)
Your poem has left me in awe. Amazing work.
First it was your lines and now the bechmel sauce. How do I get over that now???
I am just a passing nomad, feeling happy most of the times reading amazing poetry.
Poetry has that quality in it. It brings out the best out of the writer.
I am truly happy for you.
viper
I think all poets when the emotions are true is the same cosmic universe.
The unity of emotions is unmistakable
I am a grad student from Oz land.
ginger
woooh!Someone is in luvvvvvvvv!Hold on to these moments tight..!
Very cute to read these like a voyeur watching a love story happen next door!
You have a way with the words. This is beautiful poetry. the last stanza is the best, but there is more...
You explained
Destiny and the human mind
You showed me
It is true
What stuck me is the way extraordinary is just acknowledged and you move on. really loved this piece.
off to read more.
regards,
asuph
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