Skip to main content

Voodoo

I will confess to the tree
About the times I had spent underneath
with you.

Rain tastes the same, feels the same
Brings back you and memories
Wherever.

I see sunrays draw many a tangents
Through the window over the shelf
Where you and I reside, mute, in albums.

You died once.
I die many a deaths each day.

For remembering you at moments when I wish not
And for I wish if I could remember at some others.
The flames overwhelm from both sides.

I jump.

I love winters for nature is at loss then.
Just like me.

And for memories that burn me from within,
I become a victim
Where life plays voodoo and I lose us,
All too often.

SoUmY@

Comments

Anonymous said…
You died once.
I die many a deaths each day.


touched !!
February 25, 2009 10:13 AM
Muse said…
Would come up with a biggggggg comment :-)
February 25, 2009 10:54 AM
Shal said…
Heart warming !
February 26, 2009 10:33 PM
Anonymous said…
Nice, nice..!

And a beautiful blog you have :)
February 28, 2009 11:17 AM
Shewolf said…
woooooo (you) do!

there was a frost, a bryon and there is you.
March 11, 2009 11:22 AM
Jadis said…
"And for memories that burn me from within,
I become a victim
Where life plays voodoo and I lose us,
All too often..."

And all so truly spoken too. :'(

Well written..
March 11, 2009 10:09 PM
Soumya said…
@ Pretty

Thank you! am too.

Rini,

I am still waiting.

Shal di,

:)


Saumendra,

Thank you sire!


Anisha,

A comment that I can put in photo frame and actually show to my friends :)

Priyad,

Thank you. I knew you will understand. :)
March 29, 2009 10:26 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Of Another Season...

On a day like today when an abrupt monsoon meets A delighted Sun, I think of you, like the dew drops on the petals - the freshness, eternal. On a day like today When my Neruda can sip coffee with your Joyce, you come to me as if memories were more real than now. They always were, are. On a day like today, When the translucent streets of my home gets wet and hears a tram go by, your thoughts occur. I feel you beyond those concretes and raindrops kamikaze. On a day like today, When my words seek no grammar and chases no metaphor, I think of poetry and I think of you. With or without, I wrote for. On a day like today, When I am diseased and all burnt, I want you to forget me as a season. We will meet again in summers, in our little ways, before Sunrise. SoUmY@
14 comments
Read more

Of Ecstasy...

Beyond the horizon lies the gray that rests between your feet, delicately. Waves ripple and glide past the footsteps, Silently washing off your prints afar, Uncomplaining in tender reverence. You raise your arms as if to embrace the sea. I see twilight, I feel air gently hushing by. The crimson Sun is at its last breath And caresses you with quiet blessings. As your innocence reflects upon the gracing Sun and the soothing sea I stand mute and mesmerized... ... Oblivious of the rest as the triad touches me And I cry, just. SoUmY@ [p.s. -> This post of mine is inspired by the picture atop. I thank Jennifer for letting me share this. And this piece goes to Angel . ]
15 comments
Read more

Untitled

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@
15 comments
Read more