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| dukuu |
Posted
on 21-May-03 08:11 PM
Folded lines on a mans face
Do not stand out like they should
The little rivulets that the rain creates
Do not flow down as rivulets usually do
Gods become absent for strange reasons
Like fireflies who do not light their tails
In defiance of the moon who is too bright.
The stars they like though.
Moons bear the anger for things they havent done
While the twinkling stars get away free
Ironies play themselves out in amazing ways
Reflecting mirrors are broken in brutal frenzies
But light bulbs creating fake yellow light keep alit for eternity
Creating illusions, masks and more illusions
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Thus it is. Let it remain so.
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| gurl_interrupted |
Posted
on 21-May-03 09:15 PM
"Gods become absent for strange reasons ...Moons bear the anger for things they havent done
While the twinkling stars get away free
Ironies play themselves out in amazing ways
Reflecting mirrors are broken in brutal frenzies
But light bulbs creating fake yellow light keep alit for eternity
Creating illusions, masks and more illusions"
Wow!! how beautifully you have woven and painted the reality of this world into your poem. I loved it...so true!! You got some creativity burning here! Would love to read more of your works pertainging to LIFE & its realities! Keep it up & hold ur chin High :-) :=D! Bye!
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| dukuu |
Posted
on 21-May-03 09:30 PM
Life seems so much of a drag
A long stretched out history
Told by the victims of a war
Always infinitely in search of itself
We always look into the past
Expecting to learn from its mistakes
Yet do we really?
Our past so much like our future is not written
It is what we remember
And how we remember
Lost forever in the chronicles never written
Lost forever in the wind that shall never return
We keep drawing inspiration from our selective memories
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| dukuu |
Posted
on 21-May-03 09:41 PM
Hospital
The hospital air was cool. Too cool for April.
The flow of clouds from the Tibetan plateau will bring rain for most of this week. The northern parts of the country will be subject to severe snow.
She had read that in the weekly newspaper on Friday. But weathermen were never right. The Saturday sky hadnt even seen a cloud. Suddenly it had poured today. The rain had brought with it a chilling cold wind. Attempts to predict the future are only mind games people play on each other, she told herself as she walked up the unforgiving hospital stairs.
Third floor. Room 610.
Every room on the way up seemed to cry out in agony and some enunciated from shrill cries of pain. A part of her wanted to go into each of them. Live her ultimate humanitarian dream. Help in whatever ways she could. Yet another part of her scorned of her humanitarian desires. Stop trying to immerse yourself in the griefs of others only to swallow your own sorrows.
The amount of grief overwhelmed her but somehow she managed to find comfort. The dark corridors that lead to numerous annexes of the hospital were inviting, for their shelter from the cold wind if for nothing else. An elderly man was walking along side his wife, coaxing her to walk without any support. A white tube came out from her nose and was strapped to her head. Another tube came out of her sari. He was gleaming with delight at the sight of his wife walking around on her own. His wife must have recovered really well.
He smiled at her. Caught in a moment of awkwardness, she didnt know what to do. She too smiled back. When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a person, you know that you can do nothing but give in to his exquisite feeling of joy.
Female medical ward.
There was a distant aunt sitting on the bench outside.
How is she?
The doctors say that there was a mild blood clot in a vein leading to the brain. That was what caused the paralysis. Shes doing much better. You really shouldnt have come today. These are very bad times to be travelling outside. She isnt going to die soon. Its not as if you wont be able to see her again.
Yes of course. Can I go in?
She isnt going to die soon. Its not as if you wont be able to see her again .
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Yes of course. The only reason Im here to see her is because I thought she would die soon, she thought earnestly to herself. Its strange how people learn to accept the passage of time and observe human behaviour so acutely. Her aunt had mastered the science.
She went straight to the bed and sat on it. Lying on top was an emaciated wreck of her step-grandmother.
She scarcely remembered her. Childhood had passed without even a faint memory of her and the love that a child gets from a grandparent, she never got.
Sitting on that bed she looked deep into the old womens eyes and convulsed in quiet fits in seeing the depth of all emotions in them. When the old loose their speech, they display the universe in their silence. She thought of how Krishna had managed to show his mother the entire universe in the Mahabharata . Only, Krishna was a child.
She wondered if she could hold the universe in her eyes.
She looked into those eyes as a distant outsider with some sort of a morbid attraction. A photographer had taken a prize-winning picture of a hunger stricken child crawling to a UN food camp in Rwanda. The child had died without reaching the camp. Later the photographer committed suicide. She had read that recently. Only here, who was the child? Who was the photographer? Was she the child? Was she supposed to pick up her sick old grandmother and deliver her to the food camp? Or was her grandmother her messiah? The one who would show her divine light?
All lines of definition get blurred as we come closer to reality. Thoughts so distinct, so clear in our heads suddenly become tangled masses of wool as soon as we step into the dirty little waters of the real world. But it doesnt take long for a disturbed water puddle to clear up again. It doesnt take long for us to retreat back to our dreams. Reality fades slowly and deliberately into the obscure, like a sinister shadow. She had come with a distinct idea of what to expect. It was only a courtesy death call. Her step grandmother was about to die (or so she had heard). And because her parents couldnt make it, she had gone as their representative.
But for moments there, as she looked into those watery eyes, she seemed to understand. A consciousness arose into her being. A spiritual entity that made her transgress the material world for a while, made her clear little water puddle blurry. She saw people she had never seen. She understood events that she had never before. Her present seem to fade into the background and an evolution of strange kind seemed to take place.
But the eyes blinked. And her puddle became clear again. She saw her son standing outside the room. Looking bored and cynical. She remembered she had dragged him there. He didnt want to come. She didnt want to come alone. There was no difference between the two of them. Her transgressed reality faded away and all she had left were the dreams and concerns of her present life.
She left that hospital with an incomplete feeling. She had come almost expecting death. But it seemed to have cheated her. She isnt going to die soon. Its not as if you wont be able to see her again . A stretcher rolled by her, with a covered dead person on it. Strange. The morgue is in the other side of the hospital. Wonder where they are taking that body, she told her son. He shrugged. Yes. Death had really left her.
Oh by the way did you find out about selling those shares?
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| gurl_interrupted |
Posted
on 21-May-03 09:50 PM
"When the old loose their speech, they display the universe in their silence." I loved the way it has been phrased!
Nice ones Dukuu!
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| dukuu |
Posted
on 21-May-03 09:55 PM
thank you g_i
appreciate it.
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| gurl_interrupted |
Posted
on 21-May-03 09:59 PM
U come come :-), Aight am off! Take care dukuu!
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 22-May-03 07:10 AM
dukuu bhanya chai hamro dukullathak sajha dai ho ki k ho???
ammmma..........khatara lekhnu hudo raicha ni !! enjoyed it thoroughly!
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