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@
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@
Comments
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.
Thanks. Honored and you know to which extent.
Thank you!
Purity is the way verses traverse."
Purity is also the way lines such as these get etched in our minds forever.
Kudos!
:)
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. :)
Let them borrow my breaths.
Let the poetry for us live.
Breathtaking!!
LIVE, it will :-)
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.
Ignore that,wouldja ?
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
So that I can breathe you in
and breathe dreams out.
othing can be bful wid such perfection..
History!!
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.
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.