Sur-Prizes!

Sur-Prizes!
Honored by Usha Ma'am & Rukhiya

Drama : A poet’s play

>> Sep 8, 2007

MAN: Pretence—What else is it?
Dear poet, you tell me,
Your fames, your glory
All a sheer pretence.


[And I sat numb, bewildered
As the young procrastinator went on
With his flurry of grievances ]


MAN: You built characters after characters
Sorrows, pains, love and life.
Did you ever value them!
On the icicle of human emotions
You had built your fragile monument
Wordy and worldly.
Tell me Monsieur
Didn’t you have the fear of
Crumbling unto dust ?


POET: Err…Look son…


[And He was Kept shut
As the silence prevailed
With a quarrelling supremacy
And awkward dearth of explanation.
And the wise old man reddened
A bit.]


MAN: How do you word in a
Bereaved mother’s true emotion?
Or a lover’s inspiration
May b even a sadist’s pessimism?
How can you even explain?
the inexplicable?

[And the poet shrinks.
Heads down,
Lips wet,
Perplexed, ashamed.
As he can not hear any more
And with mist in his eyes
The man becomes
A distant object
Far
Far
Far away…

And the old man rises from his seat]

POET:What if I soak my paper today
With irrational tears
And true feelings
For the first time.
And hurt myself deeply,
Slit my wrist.
If blood oozes out
To colour my pen
Then only it is the poetry
I wanted to Create
Rather than these.
The poetry which did justice to
Human emotions and pain
In the rightmost way.

[The poet continues…
Now kneeling down
As the man is traced nowhere
But a distant light]

POET: Oh! dear God,
Solace me to
Pen the silence
With no more words..
Amen! Amen! Amen.

[And we see the curtain drops
As the real progress starts only there after..]

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.

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[The stage is yours now...]



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Where Dreams Dont Dare...

>> Sep 3, 2007

An August summer night
Intense sleep it was..
My pet,my loyal friend
Got a dreadful death
and I couldn't do anything
for i was sleeping.

On that wintry night
I was fast asleep.
And my love with all her ideologies
compromised herself to someone else.
I blamed myself.

It turned out to be the same
One by one.
As fate played a hide-n-seek
and alwayz caught me unaware,
Helpless.
Asleep.
inactive.

So i decided against...
and insomniac i became.
for i didn't want to lose anymore,
I challenged my odds
to even them infront of me.
And coward they were
just left.

Weeks after weeks
Months after months
I sat still.
I laid awake
To win the battle against
my weaker moments
and wrong timings.
But did I know
Life had played smart..
In my obsession of winning
against the fateful,
I had gone too far
where even dreams don't dare.

And i finally i slept.
for once and for all.
Helpess.
defeated.
Dead.


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Windchime..


And I saw her.
With rain at her footsteps
and drizzle accompanying,
She came.
Did I feel nervous?
I did.

She stopped under the window
and waited
for the windchime to sing.
Treaded by the moody wind
and cool breeze
It went on playing
With a rhythmic continuity
and an ethereal tone.

I stood there.
Seeing her dance
watching her play
with giggles,music and rain.

And suddenly it happened.
As she looked up to see me
She ran..
Away,far away.

Today is the same day.
As if to recreate memories
of sweet consequences
Wouldn't she come!

I sensed she was near
and wished if i could melt.
Absorbed me tickled the chime.
The magic started all over again
till the far away girl
yearner for it to come clear
and then only
the autumn breeze

betrayed..

Yet again...



SoUmY@


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