Sur-Prizes!

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

Belated

>> Nov 17, 2010

Through the distant stars
I recall the nights
that had our names,
as two oval halves of a sandclock.
Complimenting each other
quietly we would mix.

My love for you is like
the coloured windchime.
Tune is its forte, still
on a rainy day you prefer sparkles.

Remember? You gifted me a magnet.
Poles reconciled.
Opposites attract.
We were quite the same, still.
Physics is so merely physics, at times.

A quota in my life is for me, little.
Rest is yours.
A quota in my poetry is you, a lot.
Rest is a mundane stanza.

A note I had had for you.
Delivered but escaping a thousand
waves of your white saree.

Still living with the scent,
I have changed a line or two,

"All the roses in this world were white.
Until love came and dipped them in red."

SoUmY@

2 well-wishers:

Cinderella November 18, 2010 5:36 AM  

If I could I would hide your pieces as lil silvery clouds in my closet, and take them out and bask in their moon beam when nobody's around.
Cant share you see.

How do you do it?!

Usha Pisharody December 10, 2010 6:41 AM  

Nothing escapes you. Not nuances, not emotions, not pretty phrases, not unbeknown fascinations!

A quota in my life is for me, little.
Rest is yours.
A quota in my poetry is you, a lot.
Rest is a mundane stanza.

Any appreciation is mundane next to this piece!

The Hungry Tide

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