Sunday, August 11, 2013

Anamnesis


That morning was weird and nice
For then stars sparkled in clear, blue sky
When water ripples resembled smiles
And rushing winds in ecstasy cried

I felt a prickly chill somewhere
Looked and smiled at arms left bare
Palms outstretched still catching rain
Collecting pearls to lose them fain

And then his words echoed and shined
Like lashing on the shores of my mind
The mind left numb to chill of dew
The mind dancing to a gay heart’s cue
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I picked and sifted past night’s memories
Meandering through that bag of stories
I let his laugh ring high and pierce
The morning calm on which I perched

A voice not deep, but rich, and foul
A moment grave, then shrill and loud
But that did cast exquisite spells
By uttering words which made hearts melt

That morning, stars watched me over
Invisible, yet, in sleepy eyes they shimmered
They lay in my lap, I still looked up
I looked up and guessed, I fell in love.

I fell in love sans self or pride
I fell in love with eyes open wide
I fell in love not thinking of gains
I fell in love while shivering in rains

I fell in love with the mirth he gave
I fell in love with the anger I hate
I fell, and fell, sans fear of hurt
I fell in love with him, his words




Postscript

I fell in love, like it’s here to stay
I fell in love, but it’ll go someday
 


Postscript 2 – I have come to realize in life, that love should never begin at admiration. However, observe that this caution is coming from a girl who uses dawn as her blanket for dreamy slumber. The idea behind stating this fact is to let you all know that when it comes to emotional adventures, I have always thrown caution to the wind. I wrote this poem under the starriest skies of imagination, only wondering, if true, will I be as giddy and happy? Some things in life are best left confined to the canvass of imagination, for those thoughts are pretty, precious and fragile. Reality is the spoiler always, isn’t it? And so, the Bard, in Midsummer Night’s Dream, has this to say about ‘Love’ –

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”


18 comments:

  1. In words of Woody Allen - 'Oh, now there's only one kind of love that lasts. That's unrequited love. It stays with you.'

    Enjoy it while it lasts. God Bless!

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    1. Yes. I am still too young to talk about unrequited love. But yes, I think I know what that feels like.

      The bubble floats on :)

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  2. Sigh is the word :) And such beautiful was the memories of my first PACH :)

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    1. I am glad you came, so glad. Every single person added in making the day so beautiful.

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    1. Coming from Your Highness, it really makes me happy. Thanks!

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  4. Dear Saumya,

    A really nice piece of art :)Its both dreamy and real at the same time.
    I particularly like the post script.

    Its been a while since i have read your blog (Honesty is the best policy ji)...But I'm glad i didn't miss this one!

    The title however got me thinking on a very different tangent... Do check this video out(unrelated to this post/poem)... I'm sure it will interest you

    http://www.ted.com/talks/eleanor_longden_the_voices_in_my_head.html

    Warm Regards...

    Wrong Number

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    1. A lot of people only like the postscript. Which postscript are you talking about by the way?

      Given that you are someone whose opinion I really value, this appreciation means so much. I was really nervous to let this poem be read out in front of some amazing poets. But it eventually came out, and was liked by some.

      Your comment is now like the icing.

      And I will check out the video.

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    1. Thanks Alka, you have been dropping by at my blog pretty regularly. Makes me so happy :)

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  6. of course i know when this was written...
    didn't get so much depth when i heard it there.
    "the bubble floats on" ;p
    stupid girl :)

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    1. Next time, you hear my poem then and there.

      Stupid is good.

      Wait for Burst.

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  7. Neat.
    Impeccable imagination.
    liked the way it smoothly landed in the end.

    keep it going;)

    PS: Perfect quote from Shakespeare to complement your verse.

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    1. Hey!

      Thank you so much Amit, and welcome to Nascent Emissions. I love the Shakespeare quote, and was glad to have found a way to include it in my post.

      I hope you keep dropping by :)

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  8. Hey Soumya..i get inspired by your write ups.

    So much so that i leave all my work aside and read this stuff.

    Its literally beautiful:)

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    1. I won't be modest, this is such a nice comment! I returned on my blog after quite a lot of days and this is what I see - thanks a lot Minza! I do hope you keep dropping by :)

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  9. awesome.. it has be yaaa.. :::: pure thots are always .. they enlighten you within.. keep smiling

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    1. Back on my blog after soooo long! Welcome back Bhargav :)

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