Sur-Prizes!

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

Memento

>> Jul 15, 2009

Perhaps there is more to life
than a blunt punctuality, that is mine.
I have always come early
but been late.

In a life where I never
intended to intrude in your sensitivities
always fearing that ,
oozing is inevitable when its me,
I have waited sheepishly.

Haemocyanin- blue blood, oh its mine.

Like the improper misplacement above,
I have waited and drenched in rain
just to feel what is it to be close to you.
Have spent sleepless nights
Just to know how pure is the Sun
That touches you first.

Today, as you tie a bolder knot
With the one who could say before
(and me? nay ever)

I will be there, mute,
Silently waving at your graceful departure
and wish, if for once you do the cliche',
Turn back and smile, perhaps.

Even if you do, I promise,
you won't see how an ice
drowned and choked in its own fate.

Can we reverse the moment
and never let it melt?


SoUmY@


[No more complexities for today. Just a blunt and simple life. :)]

6 well-wishers:

Am In Trance July 15, 2009 11:23 PM  

That cliche' for which we wait again n' again.. Hah..!
How true..

Beautiful expressions Brother..
Very genuine Indeed...
Thanx..

Quintessence Of Illusion July 16, 2009 10:30 AM  

beautiful lines

Jadis July 16, 2009 11:45 AM  

I will be there, mute,
Silently waving at your graceful departure
and wish, if for once you do the cliche',
Turn back and smile, perhaps.


Touching. This is the stuff that reminds you of halftone hearts and sepia smoke, and through it all, passages.

Madeeha July 20, 2009 12:45 AM  

Like the improper misplacement above,
I have waited and drenched in rain
....



Soumya, soumya!

Poetry runs like blood in your veins!

Aayushi Mehta July 24, 2009 11:18 AM  

wow....it is good to read your work again...this one was just brilliant....kinda hit me....i loved it loads..,great work...maybe i ll come back later and leave a better comment...still enjoying your poem for now:)

Usha Pisharody August 01, 2009 3:24 AM  

Let me, today, drown a little in the verse here... but then how can one drown just a little... I have drowned, and that is it, period!

Your words quite consume emotion, do you know that. Just little inflections like
I have always come early
but been late.

Are enough to make one feel tremulous...

To underscore what Madeeha has said, so well... Poetry does indeed run like blood in your veins.

Refreshing, this one... poignant, but refreshing.

(Will get to the others in a while) :)

The Hungry Tide

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