Sur-Prizes!

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

...Of Modern times and a vagabond

>> Nov 26, 2010

How much can you trace back
in one moment?
May be a mile.
Memories are not measured by units.

Today there are no more sad lines.
We will talk about the wine that is
buried in your backyard.
We will talk about the graffiti
that I am yet to construct.
These days art has a new name - photoshop.
You can buy yours with a quick few clicks.

I am half drunk.
The other half is life.
With that I lie in a dark room
and listen to a music that is soft
but deafening.
Most relations are, the same.

Pretension has its perimeters.
They are weak when you are.
On one such moment,
you do things that you never regret.
People change, so do leaves.
You wait.

Give me a hundred good dreams.
I will sleep deep, then.

SoUmY@

5 well-wishers:

kamna November 27, 2010 9:49 AM  

Majestic....! I m too small to address this splendour!!! surpassed Thyself!

Anonymous December 07, 2010 2:36 PM  

Hola, Interesante, no va a continuar con este artнculo?

Anonymous December 08, 2010 8:13 AM  

أشكركم على نشر هذا ، كان من المفيد جدا ، وقال الكثير

Usha Pisharody December 10, 2010 8:17 AM  

There is a bit of Neruda that I now begin to perceive :)

Reminds me a bit , just a little minuscule bit of "Tonight I write the saddest lines..."
The tone of nostalgia, coupled with melancholy and an anticipated rush of something akin to hope... all merge beautifully while retaining, each, its own singular presence!

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