Dead eyes give away,
The abscence of,
any perspective.
That’s
the worst kind,
I have grown.
I’m not anymore
Me!
Month: August 2016
The Poetry of Jeet Thayil
This morning I was browsing some websites to read some good articles, I chanced upon this one. The article introduced me to one amazing English poet from India, Jeet Thayil and many others. His poetry is the truth as plain it can be..
this is the link to the article:
http://www.caravanmagazine.in/reviews-essays/if-there-is-such-a-thing-as-happiness
I am posting one of his poems here for a quick peek.:
In ‘Pushkin Knew Heaven (A Place Where Nothing Happens),’ dawn brings a lightness of being and a feeling approximating contentment. Happiness is when nothing happens.
There’s beauty in stillness:
The first hint of first light
brings me instantly awake.
You stir gently in your sleep,
dig yourself deeper into bed,
my pillow over your head.
The newspaper at the door is cold
from its journey across the city. I
make coffee, as I do each morning,
scan the headlines, sip from the cup,
look out at the quiet street.
There it is, all of it, and it’s nothing
short of a miracle.
If there is such a thing as happiness,
it is this.– Jeet Thayil
The Truth About Popularity.
“The truth about popularity!
Is it in the falling flashbulbs ?
In the softness and the ambient praises,
In hush-hush, hum-drum, in the rumours.
Walking amongst a pack of hungry hyenas,
Ssh…ssh… They hear it all.
Hopeless vanity for lookalikes,
Breaking snap the mirrors.
They sucked on my energy,
those sharp silhouettes in my rear view.
Controversial clips of the news,
Surreal tapes and sensual nightmares.
Sudden explosions disturb my gravity,
Hell, I know the truth about popularity.”
– Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra
Dancing with promise
Lovely poem.
Dancing with promise
shimmering moments occur
in dizzying succession
Like the tide rushing in
sun sparkling atop the waves
A sea of diamonds
amid white tipped surf
They make me catch my breath
for their beauty
takes me unawares
each time
and sweeps me away
:
©SirenSong1208
Artwork by Steve Hanks
The unloved heart.
It’s a beautiful world out there, but these words are the most beautiful expression of love I have across so far.
She Found Me
She lifted the veil of her eyelashes to reveal the two most beautiful pearls in the world. Her hair looked like exquisite velvet laid out neatly. Her lips, like the petals of the most tender rose. Her voice like the whispering of breeze. Her mood like the evening melting into the night. When she spoke you often forgot to hear the words. The only thing to be done was to wait till the sweet voice filled your ears with comfort. When she laughed you could hear that it was real laughter and that her happiness spread around her. Indeed she is a flower whose fragrance precedes her arrival. It was only about her. There was nothing in me to be exalted upon except that I was lost and somehow she found me.
The relationship between two human beings is extremely complicated. If you found the person who can simplify that relation, you are lucky. There are no tags here, we all work on our instincts. When you hit it, you will know. It will change you. You might learn to decipher the meaning of it all a little bit if you are true to yourself. That is where true love lies, all else is harmones.
She was perfect for me.
– sahar.
Featured artwork is contributed by Prabal Pandey.
©PrabalPandey
I love you all.
Hey guys this is me the hand behind the pen, so I want to take a short break to say thank you to all those who follow my work or read or just maybe pass by my poems. My heartiest thanks goes out to all of you for showing me so much love. I will do all I can in return.
Poetry forever.
Something to chew upon while later:
“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” – Da Vinci.
Whispers of Immortality 