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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Blast from the Past

Somehow my old poems just end up saving the day! I am upto my neck in work not only at college but at home too and thus end up neglecting my blog. And as icing on this messy, botched up {YET TASTY}cake called life I have decided to take up tuitions for a certain 23 year old girl from the coming week and the cherry on top is the upcoming french presentation I have which I still have to prepare for. This poem stands true for me with the same meaning and intensity that it did three years back. Hope you like it.


The End

How weird are the constraints of time
Which thus hold us back
That to make idle conversation
Of time we have lack

The breeze no longer I enjoy
In the rain I no more revel
No fault of mine it is for
On such innane pleasures I have no time to dwell

It’s ages since my feet
Has felt the grainy sand
For running I am always
Thus my feet hardly touch the land

Summer heat or autumn wind
Springtime cheer or wintry chill
Nowadays to me feel the same
I have no time to feel their thrill

In this constant hurdle race
A minute lost is a penny gone
Losers have no right to complain
Neither to look woebegone


The feel of a tree is a memory
Lost deep within the confines of my soul
In my life nowadays
Nature to play has no role

The warm bed, the waiting book
Are my companions of yore
Anything that isn't a matter of consequence
To me now is an eyesore


Healthy meals, friendly gossip
Has now in life no value
Months or years, I am not aware
Since I saw a fresh drop of morning dew

Gadgets are all around me strewn
They are my only existing associates
I think I now don’t even keep
In mind the visages of my playmates

Movies are a distant dream
My existence's ancient pleasure
Music is a bonanza
That my ears treasure

Fatigue is a climber
That around my body has coiled
Still I just don’t notice
As in my work deeply I am embroiled



A fresh cup of home made juice
Is an age since I drank
In my blood stream now caffeine
Holds the highest rank

Of beaches and of roaring waves
Of gurgling streams of whispering lakes
Nothing I know as with water I am
Related only for the showers I take

Its ages since my hair
Has wildly flown around my face
For says the common etiquette
That it better stay in its place

I earn and earn all the time
So for spending there is none left
I don’t know what life would mean
If of this money I am bereft

This override is taking its toll
Just as they told me it would
But no one understands that I would have tried
To battle it if I could

The only thought that gives me solace
Is that when my end approaches
Nature in the form of a wood pyre and the presence of loved ones
Will give me company and wipe away all my reproaches

9 comments:

  1. Hello Falak!!!

    It seems like ages since we read something interesting and new in your blog... This 3-year old poem still has not lost its freshness and I wish will revive the poetic bent in you. I yearn to hug my cutie pie whom I sent to India 3 years ago with... with the innocent look and 'I trust your decision' forlorn look on your face when we first separated.

    I can say with pride that you have grown up into a confident youngster and will always advice you to retain your million dollar smile and humour, no matter how befuddled you are with problems around you.

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  2. WOW falak!!! i think this post has been one i cn relate to most!!i love how u've mentioned everything u miss matter-of-factly so that one sees how important these trivial things are!! amazing writing once again!!! with this talent u hv, NOONE & i mean NOONE can stop u frm making it big in a writer's world =D

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  3. Lakshmi:- :):):)

    bev:- I am waiting for a comment from you that says "Falak you do know you can improve, right?"
    Because from the way things are turnin out curently it sure does look like I could. All the same a million thanks for your faith in me. It is what keeps me going and writing.

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  4. hey falak its a nice one. but why u so sad. come on u kan write a lot more nice n happy happy. but even this ones kool. i like all ur poems. :D

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  5. hey falak...anothr awsum poem!!!!.....its amazing how u write sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo freakin well!!!!!!!!!.......readin dis poem i actually was hinkin of u bev n me n tuitions!!!!!...how i miss dose days gal.....v did grumble a lot...but i wudnt mind re-living it jus so v cud all b 2getha again!!!!!.....miss u loads!!!!!!...luv ya...tc.....jovi....

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  6. Eram: Its an old one. And I was under the impression that it was more reflective than sad... Will try and be much happier next time.

    Jovi: Thank You! I just miss those days for your company. The Math part of it, I'd rather not go through it ever again.

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  7. Hey Falak,
    I know I am a lousy fan but please do forgive me!!! The poem has, as always, touched me. It's melancholic, but, very beautiful and does not fail to impress....
    I have said this b4 n I am saying this again...your an amazing writer/poet...let no "juthi" person who does not matter to you make you feel bad or not worthy. Trust in your self like we trust in you....Cheers luv!!!!!
    Oh n i positively love the last stanza of the poem!!!!!!!!
    MUAH...MUAH...MUAH!!!!!!!!!!

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  8. So very true!
    Sorry for the late comments!!!! too busy, nearly forgotten myself admist all the books, paper..... and yeah COFFEE!
    Falak u r such a great writer/ poet! The experiences in life ve bout u a long way...... there is always the happier side which is awaiting to embrace u....... wait for it and ah la it wud bring all smiles and "happy" poems for us to read :)))))))
    Lots of updates from u thru ur poems.... gotta give u mine sumday.......!
    Hopeful of meetin sumday!
    Until then ALVIDA!!!!!!!!

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