days

each day spills over unnoticed,
like the last few coins in a beggers purse.


the moon, the mountains, the wind, the sun,
nothing stirs the depths of oblivion.


there's a fine line between pain and numbness.
like the thin edge between acceptance and despair.


strange is lust for life. so beaten,
the hunger still doesnt abate.


a hundred winters have come and gone,
a hundred springs followed.


but still, the cold numbs fingertips.
knowing that it will pass, makes it no easier.


the river, that steals from a hundred banks,
still weeps when robbed by the ocean.


hours slip by unnoticed. dreams, hopes, passions,
spill unheeded like blood now lifeless.


outside, the wind howls.
strange choreography.


the moon, narrow and long, is a bittersweet smile.
the stars are dying: slowly, unnoticed.


another day is folded and put away.
carefully, slowly, lingeringly, let go.

bargains are struck and stuck to.
however dear the price.


faded daisies, crumbling dry,
carefully stored in notebooks. and big brown envelopes.

43 comments:

  1. Lovely poem! Will return for more :-)

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  2. first time here. You write damn well :)

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  3. Shreemoyee, thanks :)

    Sigma, thanks :) will look forward to seeing more of you :D

    Soul in Transit, :) thank you!

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  4. thanks? thank YOU :) for your kind words ...

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  5. came here surfing,
    Its lovely poem..have a lot of indepth meaning..
    Take care...

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  6. "strange is lust for life. so beaten,
    the hunger still doesnt abate."

    The old Prero is back - Reminds me of your old blog.

    Somehow never warmed up to this one. Its like, you visit a friend's house for so long that you get used to it and when he/she moves to a new place, it seems very different initally - And then you realise , though her house has changed, shes still the same.

    A bit Like Jagjit and Gulzaar saab's new one:
    Din kuch aise guzaarha hai koi, jaise ehsaan utaarta hai koi
    Aaina dekh kar tasalli huyi, humko is ghar main jaanta hai koi

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  7. lol Sharad. You started visiting my blog after I moved to the new space right. I used to be here (ie: @ ricercar) originally. The other space which you refer to was just a year inbetween when thanks to lovely commentors like you i had given up attempts at maintaining an anonymous front and decided to go all the way in the opposite direction for a lark. big mistake. lol.

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  8. The Guy Next Door, you liked those lines best did you? Hmmm. I liked them too. Yeah come to think of it does sound a bit Jagjit-Singh-esq!

    I'm sorry you didnt like this blog ever. :( You would have liked it earlier. That is before I had moved out and moved back in. Perhaps.

    "shes still the same" ... does anyone ever stay the same?

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  9. wow..just the imagery it invokes!!Totally brilliant!

    "the river, that steals from a hundred banks,
    still weeps when robbed by the ocean."
    That had to my favorite.....

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  10. thats my favourite too :)
    i'm glad you liked that one :D

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  11. as we say here in london, sweet as a nut.

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  12. Hey Pre, I enjoyed this piece...especially the line "the stars are dying"

    and the two line format =)

    Cheers,
    Alexis

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  13. Hey Alexis! Glad you liked that - and glad you finally figured out the anonymous commenting feature ;)

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  14. Just !. So simple, pure. haunting.THANKS.

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  15. Absolutely love the imagery of "the moon, narrow and long, is a bittersweet smile.
    the stars are dying: slowly, unnoticed.

    another day is folded and put away.
    carefully, slowly, lingeringly, let go.
    "

    Guess 'beggers' should be 'beggars...'

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  16. Enjoyed this one. I particularly liked the following pairs:

    there's a fine line between pain and numbness.
    like the thin edge between acceptance and despair.


    strange is lust for life. so beaten,
    the hunger still doesnt abate.


    and

    but still, the cold numbs fingertips.
    knowing that it will pass, makes it no easier.


    I surely got lost in a couple of them not able to figure out the comparison. But that just might be me and the consequence of my trying tomato ketchup on ice-cream! :-(

    BTW, I also liked
    outside, the wind howls.
    strange choreography.

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  17. Austere, Just! :)
    Thank YOU ...

    Blue Athena, thanks :)
    Sorry about the 'beggers' ... lol ... I cant spell to save my life ;)

    Eroteme, glad you enjoyed it :)

    Which ones did you get lost in?
    Which comparison?
    ketchup on ice-cream?
    !!! :)

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  18. Like the 1st and 2nd couplet. In the 1st couplet I missed the point. A beggar would never pass a single coin unnoticed esp. if it were the last ones. In the 2nd the only mobile entity is the wind and hence the rest of them "stirring" anything makes me wonder! The 2nd couplet which uses the word spill also made me wonder: Blood is essentially lifeless.
    Testing what?

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  19. Good question! i am surprised more people didnt ask it. Though I would'nt really call them couplets - partly bcz I dont know what a "couplet" is :)

    Okay. Here when I say a beggers last few coins - I mean the last few of a budgeted source thats running out. I have often been at the last few pounds or last few hours left and I have tried to describe here how that feels. You make plans and be careful with say the last 10 bucks you have. You say you will spend 2 bucks per day and it will last you 5 days - everything will be ok. Except, 2 bucks per day is not near enough and you keep slipping more and more from ur plan and the last few pounds just slip by ... its not that you dont notice them slipping - there is a feeling of loss of control.

    Thats actaully a v bad explanation. Maybe an analogy to the last few hours before an exam would have been better. Or maybe, this is just a way that I feel - in which case no number of examples would explain.

    Sorry about that!

    Second question: the point being made here is that nothing IS stirring the 'depths of oblivion'. Its not a cup of tea that you have to be mobile to stir it. What I mean here is you are sunk in obliviousness and nothing is stirring you out of it - though around you everything is happening as it does and should and everything that always existed is still the same.

    3rd question: I think you refer to "hours slip by unnoticed. dreams, hopes, passions,
    spill unheeded like blood now lifeless." as thats the only 'spilling' happening - though you said 2nd couplet - whatever that is.

    So here the analogy is that blood - when its a part of you - is alive - like dreams, etc - when you cut ur skin and the blood spills out - after it has left you, it becomes dead. I guess its not correct biologically but its a metaphor.

    I hope that exaplained some of your doubts. If not let me know. Actually, even I have a question: How come you said you "liked" the poem though without 'getting' these large and relatively central bits - you probably didnt 'get' anything much of the poem as a whole at all? So I am just curious - its good if you liked it - bcz usually I like poems only if I do get them.

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  20. I can like the whole feeling of a poem without getting/agreeing with a couple of portions, right? :-) Very rare poems entice me entirely. Its like a meal. Maybe not all of it is great but some portions are and the resident feeling is of satiation... :-) Makes sense? Hence, I picked the ones I liked and they significantly overshadowed the ones I point out in my next comment... :-)
    This is so unfair to put a li'l commentor on the crucifix and demand explanations! :-(

    "The 2nd couplet which uses the word spill" -> the 1st (positionally) couplet uses the word spill and the next one to do that is... Bingo! :-)
    You needn't heed my words hereafter in this comment: Instead of using immobile objects, wouldn't you prefer showing things that are happening although you remain unstirred in your state of oblivion? :-)
    A spiraling leaf, that trembling flower, moonshine crumbled on a lake -
    nothing stirs the depths of oblivion.

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  21. "I can like the whole feeling of a poem without getting/agreeing with a couple of portions, right?" ... that's interesting that you could. :)

    "This is so unfair to put a li'l commentor on the crucifix and demand explanations! :-(" ... lol on that. Well, if its a crucifix to reply to questions, then the writer lives on it, does he not?

    Like I said before - I would not call these 'couplets' ... I am sure having written the piece I should retain atleast that much power over it? :)

    "which uses the word spill" -> the 1st (positionally) couplet uses the word spill and the next one to do that is... Bingo! :-)" - I didnt get this - what are you saying here?

    "Instead of using immobile objects, wouldn't you prefer showing things that are happening although you remain unstirred in your state of oblivion?" well, if I preferred using something else, I would have done so ;)

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  22. Wow! that was absolutely beautiful!! lovely imagery and i was so drawn into it and floating on! Keep it flowing!!! :)

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  23. thanks promod! i am glad you liked it. i must confess that when i was writing this i never thought it would be such a hit!

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  24. finally, verse that i can understand :)...luvvvvd it :D.. copying into 'words i like' with permission :)

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  25. beautiful....extremely beautiful...the part where it talks about the many winters followed by a spring...just beautiful....amazing, ricecar...simply amazing...

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  26. Hi,Prero..I'd say 'neat' or'nice',but,u'd comment that I always say that.:)Quite liked some of the lines,like: 'Like the last few coins in a beggar's purse'(Imagining a beggar with a purse,first).I wish I could end each day with a 'fold and put away' theory,too.:)

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  27. You need to publish this one, seriously. It is reminiscent of the style of a famous poet, whose name escapes me.

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  28. Manu, lol. Thanks :)

    what is 'words i like'? You never told me about this!

    Cloud minus Nine, Thanks a lot. I'm really glad you liked it :)

    Amit, hey! lol ... I would. :)

    I liked that too :)

    Olivia, :)

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  29. Simply superb.. you're at your best again!

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  30. i'm storing this up in my attic for future nostalgia. you mind?

    my favorite parts were the bit about the stars dying. it is true, isn't it? the stars and sun are dying, yet we, or i, never think of that. and the last part. it rocks estimably.

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  31. I wanted to write something more when I first read it. But I was pressed for time. But I just want to say ...

    Each Day spills over unnoticed
    And yet you notice the strange lust
    Each Hour slips away unheeded
    Yet you listen to the strange howls
    Each Spring follows the cold deary winter
    But you get faded daisies to store
    Each star dies in oblivion
    and you still bargain
    and so while you put away each day
    carefully, slowly and let go
    There is a strange hope
    which is a fine line between
    a day to shine and a night to fade away.

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  32. loved the 'another day is folded away....' :-)

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  33. Shreemoyee, I saw :D ... awesome! you really liked it that much? I wonder why. I mean, I liked it too but its no way one of my favourites! I liked Hollow better. Ah well! I'm glad you liked it :)

    Sudipta Chatterjee, thanks you :D

    Little Lark, no I dont mind! Store away and welcome! :D

    yes, its kind of a metaphor though. everything and everyone could be dying ... and we are so lost in our own stupid internal worlds ...

    which last part? the day folding business. lol. yeah. seems funny now though. ummm i like to fold my days ... just to keep things nice and tidy, u know ... lol. sorry just kidding :D

    but seriously, i had liked hollow much better. on a paralell, the 'test another tear'.

    anyway, thank you Bertie :)

    Pilgirm, Oooo ... thats very nice! lovely words. you should put it up on ur blog or something! lol, i'd never waste lovely verse like that in someone comment box ;)


    Sri, I'm glad you :)

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  34. :) 'words i like' is a word doc i have..whenever i like something i read in any of the blogs i frequent, i note it there... right now, theres stuff from you, swb and ideasmith.... it originated because of swb's annoying habit of deleting posts...when i have enough, i'll do an anthology, maybe on some blog anniversary :)

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  35. Beautiful poem! I came here following Shreemoyee's blog. Will keep visiting for more...

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  36. Manuscrypts, I am honoured!

    Joy Forever, thanks so much :) I am glad you liked it!

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