Sappho Fragments

1.
I did not wish for the
Scents of Arabia, nor
The ethereal diamonds did I desire
But all at once
It did blossom
My tender hopes of desire
And in his gentle love, it took delight

2.
Days I have had, both bitter
And sweet, more there will be of such.
Life! See and know this

3.
When cries were heard
In the moonlight
Calm, when nature voiced
Its voiceless reproach
Walked in the delicate
Virgin Artemis
Of the hunt and the Moon.



p.s these are not entirely my works. as part of my modernist poetry course at college, we were given sappho fragments to complete. this is my attempt at completing them. the words in blue are the fragments and the rest is my creation

The Undefined

There's something I felt,
Silent and warm within.
A feeling so divine, yet undefined.
My simple mind, fathom, it couldn't.
Blowing, ruffling my nerves, it kept.
Scary it was, for what it wasn't.
Beyond the grips, could I know,
Why me, it was?
Chose I, to ask not.
I do not know why.
Skimmed through the unknown,
Undefined realms again.
Futile it was, to know,

Happy and content though.

May I.....?

Come, may I, to you,
in dreams of yours.
Feel, may I, the whispers,
you breathe soft.
Call, may I, to the
heartbeats tuned up.
Rise, may I, for the
beauty, yours divine.
Live, may I, alone
in your mind.
See, may I, the
wonder what you are.
Love, may I, the
you, I yearn.

I wont let you go

I wont let you go
Not today
When I’ve so much to say
And you, so much to listen to
I haven’t told you
About the flowers that bloom
The winds that blow,
And the birds that flutter
I haven't yet loved you
to my hearts content
I haven’t told you
That I need you to stay

We haven’t seen
The sun, setting low
We haven’t watched the stars,
Lying on our back
We are yet to let the waves
Tickle our toes.
Our lives have just begun
You can’t just go.

I wont let you go
Not tomorrow
I have given you nothing
I haven’t let your skin drape mine
I haven’t let our senses rule
And our bodies speak
I haven’t loved you enough
I wont let you go

I haven’t sung your favourite song
I haven’t kissed you deep enough
I am yet to let you love me proper
We haven’t seen the seasons pass by
Drunk we have not
The wine of togetherness
Our love is soaring
How can I let you go?

I wont let you go
Not today, never tomorrow
I can’t let you go
Ever…

if it could be

if it could be

that i could drink up pain

i'd do so from you

with a thirst never before

to never let you face fall

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if it could be

that i could grow wings

i'd fly to you

to kiss your cheek

and bring that dimples to show again

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if it could be that

i could be strong

i'd go away from you

to realize that i'd die

away from you

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if it could be that

i'd love you more

God will take you away from me

jealous and greedy

for what no one but you would get....

a comeback???

ever since i made myself available to the webbed world after a long break of over a month, I've been co min to this page everyday. but haven penned down anything...i dunno what to write...and if i know what to write dunno how to put it...sigh!!blame it on the writers block!



while I've been pondering on whether my creative juices have depleted, I've been scrounging the blog world and came upon some real classy posts...unfortunately me the scatter brain forgot to note the pages and so cant share them with ya...sigh!and double sigh!! now these blogs made up for some ultra interesting readings but added to my woes...i wanna write...Boo Hoo Hoo...



gosh!! look at me wailing at the top of my voice..*(though no one can hear) about my stupid writing blocks...


so anyways..one of my friends and a frequent visitor to my blog described my blog as "existentialism and blah"...now ,I'd always thought that existentialism was way up my level of thinking..thought it was all high funda...unreachable...but her describing it in d way that she did makes me ponder...and ponder even more coz there's this nagging in my mind( not without reason) that there must be some pun intended...well! whatever it is i guess i cant change my way of writing...but coming to think of it, my writing has changed( suffered might be a better word) quite a bit...do i let it change..now thats another question...


its not like i've written anything worthwhile here...but the main thing is i've actually written( well, er..typed) something, and that is an achievement as of now...


hopefully next time around instead of writing nothing about something and something about nothing, i'll manage some readworthy stuff...


so long then...ciao

Quitting!!

due to the general lack of enthusiasm on my part to pen or rather type anything out, which is due to the apparent lack of interesting topics, which in turn is caused by the temporary (hopefully) constipation of my creative and imaginary cells, which came about due to the many 'imaginative' and 'creative' academic writngs and assignments that i had to write out during past few feeks, am quitting blogger till i deem it worthy to come up with type worthy readable stuff. so long then...take care folks

simple things in life

i was just wondering about those silly little things which i do, that make me so happy. most of it is trivial and silly to the point of being silliest.but yes they certainly are a part of me...an d i enjoy doing them..



i love throwing handfuls of water high into the air and than watch them form little sparkling beads and fall down. And then i love hitting them with my hand so that they break into even tinier droplets. i can spend hours just watching these droplets and splashing them about..its sheer joy!


ever tried pouring water on the walls? i do. everyday, or whenever i have time. i love watching the watter form little rivulets and roll down. i often imagine a race between the rivulets. which one will reach the ground first? and i have a bet with myself...its oodles of fun...


i love travelling in public conveyances. i love looking at people. not exactly staring at them. but just taking a glance. and then i begin attaching names to the people i see. i spin stories. try to imagine their life, their homes, their families. try to attach careers and occupations, generally spend my time making up family histories...


doodling!one of my favourite passtimes.give me a pen/pencil and a paper and i'll doodle. the best thing about doodling is that most often than not, i end up with something to do. might be a new blog post, a new painting, or perhaps the doodling would have reminded me of something else to do...and so doodling becomes a constructive as well as a highly entertaining passtime for me...

silly little passtimes. and all these mean a lot to me. they make me...these little things.

questions!

i am no story teller. i do not tell stories. nor do i have any stories to tell. and yet i write. i pour out myself into words, often failing miserably at the attempt. but do i stop? no i write and keep on writing. about what? and why? do i write for me? do i write for you?

am am not me. i was not born me. i was made. by me? but then who is this me? could i ahve been made in any other way than this? would i have been better if i had not been me?or perhaps worse?did you make me?

its cold in here. the climate and the world. for warmth i wear my jacket of love. do i wear it for me? is it someone's jacket that i wear? or do i wear it inside out for others?

is it me or you?

Boiling red

I've never been this irritated...am irritated with everything...everyone...all the time
i don't know whats happening to me..i am and i was the easily irritated kind...but these days i am just irritated and angry all the time..

am irritated about the way she walks...ambling along...like an elephant striding...am irritated with his smile..plastered on to his face..the same smile for everyone..no change in the amount, nor the emotion

am irritated that for him, five minutes is always fifteen and is never on time

i am irritated that i have lots to do...and am not working

am irritated that she is not what i though she was...

am irritated with him when he never lets me bitch in peace, am irritated that he finds reasons to justify all the things that i find wrong

the sound of the a/c irritates me...the food that i get to eat everyday on plates which might well have been licked by dogs, the classes that i sit in, the senseless assignments that i do, the amount or lack of sleep, the bed on which i sleep.....everything.....

i am irritated
am angry..
am angry that am irritated and irritated that am angry...

with everything
with everyone
with life...