A few translucent blocks
The trapped bodies and their mighty souls
People move in blocks
And a glass separates lovers
That is me in that cabin
And I listen to music
The background score of my life
Baked clay
Its smell and harsh texture
Is all over my body
Cold heat sweat
And junctions of passion
Divisions on morals
And critics fucking the stories
I sit on all these
Or may be somewhere in between them
And emit that thing called vigor
14 comments:
Very lovely poem.
Hi
Hey...Thanks a Ton!! Aloofar...
hi akshay bro / uncle :-)
just saw this part of ur blog... very interesting crazy poems.. my dad too writes crazy stuff like this sniper69.blogspot.com
but u know what, ur's are better !!
My wife smiled at me, early this morn
She wanted to say something but I was gone
I forgot to say my good-byes too
All I could think was I have work to do!
Friends kept calling me over the phone
Someone got married, or had kids to grow
I murmured a reply or maybe two
All I could think was I have work to do!
Work often means prestige and fame
A new dignity added to your name
To care for the world, just doesnt do
When piled on your desk you have work to do
Then someday I when I will be gone
Nobody will have the time to mourn
My wife will have etched on my tomb
'Here rests the guy who had work to do'
I had to love your poem! I mean everybody writes about love,sorrow, pain separation.. to so beautifully put in to words everyday life and the frustrations which outline it.. is wonderful!!
Emaan... I visited your Dad's blog...He has written awesome poems about you!! I have tagged him too!! lol
Beauty and Beast: Nice poem there!! Thanks for dropping by!!
hey grt stuff!
glass seperates lovers...hmmm...an office romance brewing, or is it just the coffee!
Hey Raghav
now that I think of it...it was probably lust....I'd fallen madly for this someone amazingly beautiful and attractive...damn...(this poem was probably written ...like an year ago at least..)....
ya brought out taht vigor fukn too well!
it was almost liek freshness just jutted out the crammed spaces ya n people were stuffed into..
critics fucking their stories-->loved that line the best!
Hi ,
I was reading ur blog posts and found some of them to be wow.. u write well.. Why don't you popularize it more.. ur posts on ur blog took my particular attention as some of them are interesting topics of mine too;
BTW I help out some ex-IIMA guys who with another batch mate run www.rambhai.com where you can post links to your most loved blog-posts. Rambhai was the chaiwala at IIMA and it is a site where users can themselves share links to blog posts etc and other can find and vote on them. The best make it to the homepage!
This way you can reach out to rambhai readers some of whom could become your ardent fans.. who knows.. :)
Cheers,
Nice to come across your blog. Some deep thoughts there in other posts.
rantravereflect : Thanks....
You write well.It recreated the mood.I liked the arrangement og images.Random.Same as in the work place.Order and chaos...
keep up your gd work
bye..
Man in painting: thanks for the kind words!!
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