Wednesday, May 6, 2009

too much...too soon


I am confused...
or maybe realised too much too soon.

a line of thought too fast to read,
or even understand.
a flickering image of something so known,
yet so vaguely dormant.


I have lost the scale of happiness,
not that I am sad.

but could I even realise that.
After all sorrows and ecstasies are same play
just different acts.


I cant remember her smell

hard I try more I fail.

all I recall is her fleeting glance
trust i lost formalities sans.


I
from my morning blues,
through late afternoon and evenings too.

parting my hair is my mother's nail

a touch I know will leave someday.



I am loosing the fear of pain.

the trust in god,

also comfort of blame.

an erratic mind to comfort.

an ailing body to sustain.

-me or a looser who desperately tries to be me

8 comments:

der Bergwind said...

last para' din quite line up with 'perspectives' of the rest of the poem - is what i feel (disclaimer: am a certified non-practioner of any form of creative works)

agree with ur theme... the questions which actually have no correct/real asnwers, but then why wud u need fear n the "trust" in 'gawd' to ride the highway? might be a personal belief, but it cant be a perspective - its a belief.
its always important the right questions 'n not look for the answers at all...

buckingfastard said...

@der bergwind: da intented theme was da sudden realisation on a grey day dat wid every passin moment u r life has been uneventful....nd u like billion others will face a common man's death....da last para was to indicate the desperation when u realise u r pretty much stuck alone in dis illusion of life...even "gawd" was a fake identity made to fool u....

btw...nice dissection of my poem...u were gud in ur biology labs

the second face said...

nice 1...dint kno u wrote poems n stuff...
o now i can tell saptarshi dat u can write him a poem 4 his orkt profyl...NAAAIIIICE...
r saala amaar blog e comment kor...or else i WILL tell him...criosly...

buckingfastard said...

gawd..poem fr saptarshi....man...i cant write nythin serious abt him...!!!

cummin 2 ur blog babay

RGJ said...

good one...one paragraph in the middle...touched me very much....

buckingfastard said...

@RGJ: thnkx....well its her smell dat gets da credit....nt me

RGJ said...

the credit goes to the poet....not to its imagination...because he is the one who made it worth imagining .....

buckingfastard said...

@RGJ: well den i do take da credit...but it was always worth imaginin...maybe i gav it da right words :)