Honored by Usha Ma'am & Rukhiya


>> Apr 18, 2010

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I discuss no maths here.
They are bricks, that pile up
events after events,
bygone, as remnants.

Have you seen the sea shore?
What is left of the sands
After a wave passes by.

Relations, us.
I have seen togetherness die one night
and in the next, individuals are born.
Do they live?
Some questions only embarrass the affected.

I wonder if the ashes after death
hold a life's memory.
I feel they do.
Futility adds a lot of understanding.
Ashes are thus, such.

For a leaf is born
in the same place where the tree sheds
in winters.
And with our faded memories
we cry,
Why don't emotions have chlorophyll?


3 well-wishers:

Aayushi Mehta April 19, 2010 1:21 AM  

I so totally loved this. There was such quiet brilliance and so much emotion packed between those lines.

sadho April 21, 2010 1:16 PM  

Hello, Master! like always.. loved the abstractness in your poetries and the way you manage to carry the simple stuffs in them too.

Usha Pisharody April 26, 2010 8:20 PM  

This is so darned profound, that I want to be that leaf, that sheds, and grows back again!

Time and time again, Soumya, you show how superlative your poetry is. Consistently!

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