Sur-Prizes!

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

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>> Jan 25, 2009

Wish I could be a cloud one day
I will love to be grey if its you
To whom, through whom I traverse.

Transparency is optimum;
For I know you are unattainable
like the sand escaping from the fist
like the meaning assumed from the gist.

look, oh yes, I can rhyme too.
If you wish I can artify our world.
Inspiration never needs a permit.

You had asked,
Why do I vomit blood.
Interruptions in dreamy un-realism
doesn't suit me. I know.

So I write.
So that I can breathe you in
and breathe dreams out.

Live long, you had wished.
(Wished), did you? honestly?

I will let it pass like just another
Failed attempt to face reality
Finds itself en-route to contamination.

Oh! then what is pure? you may ask.

Purity is not you, not me, but us.
Purity is the way verses traverse.

I will vomit to death one day.
Do not pray for me.
Pray for my poems who are quiet.

Let them borrow my breaths.
Let the poetry for us live.

(And the footnotes conclude:)

You - a miser in love
Me - a happy lender.

SoUmy@

15 well-wishers:

Usha Pisharody January 25, 2009 9:29 AM  

If the first stanza mesmerizes and captures the fancy of a wandering eye and thought, the next few slam me down to an open mouthed amazement of how poetically , utterly perfectly you capture meaning...

For I know you are unattainable
like the sand escaping from the fist
like the meaning assumed from the gist.


These lines, these lines....

So I write.
So that I can breathe you in
and breathe dreams out.


This charms, this slips under my skin, and this calls to me, to experience that feeling!!

And finally, just before you seal our fate in reading this beautiful poem, you say this:

Pray for my poems who are quiet.

Let them borrow my breaths.
Let the poetry for us live.


I close here. Your poetry does not speak. It lives. Truly.

Soumya January 25, 2009 9:32 AM  

Just at this point of time, I understand how I should not leave my well wishers unattended. Its this comment of yours Ma'am, which makes me realize that reciprocation is not only a duty, its a way to live high. Poetry is so honest in itself. I can not leave it so selfish.

Thanks. Honored and you know to which extent.

Usha Pisharody January 25, 2009 9:36 AM  

Soumya, delighted to hear that :) Your replies, I know are the most discerning and the most looked forwar to , also.

Thank you!

Jadis January 25, 2009 11:09 AM  

"Purity is not you, not me, but us.
Purity is the way verses traverse."

Purity is also the way lines such as these get etched in our minds forever.
Kudos!
:)

Pragnya January 25, 2009 10:14 PM  

romantic and very very pure and charming.

Soumya January 26, 2009 7:16 AM  

Ma'am thanks a lot. I am indebted to you. :)

Priyadarshini, you always seem to find the exact string of my deranged tunes. Thanks a lot for gracing once again. Means a lot :)

Pragsy, glad you found it so. Good to hear from you. :)

Muse January 26, 2009 9:04 PM  

Pray for my poems who are quiet.

Let them borrow my breaths.
Let the poetry for us live.


Breathtaking!!

LIVE, it will :-)

Rukhiya January 28, 2009 12:02 AM  

Some poetry is overwhelming, in its emotion. Some tend to preach their own methods. Some take you to myriad dreams and stash them with a dose of reality.They all leave the reader quiet in his own world, for a while. Then there are some, like music, like a fragrance which wrap your senses and you follow them, to their depth, in a sweet silence. It could be called submission, but only here, it is voluntary.

Sashu... January 28, 2009 12:19 AM  

Let me juz revel in the feel this one evokes...and let my silence speak to you!

Cinderella. January 28, 2009 5:18 AM  

First things first, I'm glad you changed your idea about replying to the readers.

Reading you after a long time...or am I ?

It charismatic the way your "verses traverse" and invoke emotions in the thousand splendid nerve endings that happen to stand still when they transcend somewhere deep.

Suddenly there's a weight right below my gut. I wonder why.

Loved this.

Cinderella. January 28, 2009 5:19 AM  

Oh btw, I forgot I have that pic on my profile cz I aint blogging no more !
Ignore that,wouldja ?

Soumya January 29, 2009 6:13 AM  

Rini, thank you for that heartwarming note :)

Rukhiya, if we forget for a moment that it was actually a comment for my scribble, then it can really be a poetry on its own. Amazed by the thought and I nod.

Sashu, let silence prevail at both ends :)

Cindy, I knew you will have something to say about me starting to comment @ blog. Thanks a lot for that and double for that emotional confession.

P.S. ->You not blogging! Why. Its just too bad to know! The pic is just superb. P

kamna January 31, 2009 8:38 AM  

So I write.
So that I can breathe you in
and breathe dreams out.


othing can be bful wid such perfection..

History!!

Arti Jalan the great.:) February 06, 2009 9:55 AM  

Loved your poem!
I have become your fan!
Your write beautiful!
loved these lines the most...

So I write.
So that I can breathe you in
and breathe dreams out.

Soumya February 11, 2009 8:16 AM  

@ Kamna

Thank you so much. Its good to see you are here and I mean it.

@ Arti

what a pleasant surprise to see you at my doorstep :) Thanks a lot and I am humbled miss.

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