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Saturday, January 17, 2009


narcotic screams

pepper the skyline with the flavour of sunset

and the gypsies embrace their misfortunes
with a trail of songs and rituals

let's not make this an afternoon
of empty caravans, silent cigar ashes

and black romance

poems don't come easy these days,
yet this one's been nagging me for far too long

the night air is pierced
with the cry of a solitary owl
moaning its lost love

your smile spins in the cold silence.............

snow girl,you still haunt me
in your ice blue salwaar
in my crystal mists of long ago

like the mirror haunts her own reflection......

are you still obsessed with my ancient
half- revealed secrets?

and do I still remind you of high tides

and half circles?

snow girl, I re-found you by chance
just as I had once lost you

things start happening only when you stop

let us hold hands tonight
as we remember the smell of cold sweat
beneath a brown moon

why do lovers always love the darkness?

is something wrong tonight?

have you, at last, found your God
in a tiny glass bottle?

or have lies freaked you out?

I have to say,
you got a bit too carried away this time!

the air is still corrupted
with a moist reminiscence..........

you almost stripped me of my manliness!

smile, my blue angel, smile

I have half solved your riddles of feminism!

snow girl, do you still search for a place
to hide my love letters?

I have long stopped pretending to be your friend

let's not talk about moth-eaten skyscrapers,
politics or glass mirrors

now is the time to get surreal,
let's twist words like it's never been done before

don't let pirate songs bother you tonight,
let it all bleed out through your blue intestines......

just ignore the clocks and old unicorns

let dreams take over now,
and lead us to a forbidden paradise

life now becomes the canvas of an unfinished
acid dream

please don't invite the ghosts
to the dinner party

snow girl

now it's only

PS:[every story has a beautiful beginning
it's the end that matters................]


Rye.. said...

"snow girl,you still haunt me
in your ice blue salwaar
in my crystal mists of long ago

like the mirror haunts her own reflection......"

~ I loved this poem Deeptesh...
Seriously enchanting!

Debs said...

I liked the mix of all gamuts here.

"Sunshine" said...

Great descriptions here, Deeptesh! I especially like the metaphors here: "pepper the skyline with the flavour of sunset." There's just something about the words, "flavour of sunset" that really work well with poetry. Thanks for dropping by my blog again!

Marja said...

Our smile spins in the cold silence
and many other lines are absolutely great.
Thanks for your comment and no I am not writing for a while I am to busy with work and family at the moment (the children still have holiday)

sujaan said...

i like the metaphors and the imagery...the mirror haunts her own reflection is my favourite line...but i dont understand the theme of the poem as a whole, guess that's my shortcoming...may be u can tell me...

anastasia... said...

good work. it paints an image in my mind, something like a deja-vu, especially that very word 'snow girl'.

there's a new poem at my blog. i cant figure out what it means. perhaps you could help me out!

floreta said...

i do like your poems and how it is like peering in to a conversation.

lovesragpicker said...

I have read your poems. Sometimes I can't decide how to comment on poetry. :) But do keep it up!

Pongy Papaya said...

sure it is the end that matters!
i loved how this poem starts.
and loved even more how the snow girl is as mystical as she is real.

sourik_poetsparadise said...

hello deeptesh, i read your poem in the handout which was given during the Youth Poetry Festival held last year by Srijan...and really liked it...even i had my poem out there.i found you in mr.inam hussain mullick's blog...i really like the metaphors and the deep emotions which are very well reflected in each and every line of your poems...thanks for dropping by my blog...and i would also gladly welcome your precious comments on my other poems...


sourik_poetsparadise said...

thnx deeptesh for leaving your comments...yeah,i added you in my blog list only after reading your poems...that's because like you, even i write love poems very often...looking forward to see you this year,if possible at would be nice to stay in touch with you...keep writing!!! best of luck!!!


Deeptesh said...

My responses

@ Rye

Thanks. Yeah those are my favourite lines as well.And it was meant to create enchantment and surrealism.



@ Sunshine

Yeah, it was an experiment with metaphors.

@ Marja

That lines does really spin in my head in times of cold silence.

@ Sujan

The metaphors created the imagery.It often requires more than one reading to be fully understood.

@ anatasia

The word snow girl pretty much sets the tone for the entire poem

@ floreta

I do it unconsciously at times. The lines just come to me.

@ lovesragpicker

thanks :)

@ Pongy Papaya

That almost sums it up.

@ Sourik

Thanks. My pleasure.

@ Inamda

I am eagerly awaiting ur comments. I'd love 2 have ur opinion on this poem.

sourik_poetsparadise said...

check out the new poem i posted today. i would be eagerly waiting for your comments :):)

Chase said...

beautifully written, friend.

Thanks for happening to my site.
looking forward to more.

Racker said...

Hi Deepu,
U said dat I won't enter ur site in this life but I had 2 do it 2 prove u wrng.This poem Is really Awesome piece of poetry dude !!!
truly A sense Of Addiction depicted in Words !!
Keep Writing !!!!

Inam said...

"let's not talk about moth-eaten skyscrapers" - that line has a surreal urgency- it's very striking!

Rye.. said...

I'll tell you a little secret.. I'm zero tech-savvy.. So, how does one add someone on a side bar? and please delete this comment..
It's kinda silly.. :P
Have a great day :)

Snow said...

great job! :) but surprisingly, it is disturbingly/amusingly similar to a poem that i have read...

check it out..

spotted you on a billboard at bypass,
faking on the trumpet,

I remembered the afternoon
we spent staring at the trains
that passed so slowly,

we talked of chinese horror movies then,

we thought love could conquer all,

do you still stagger around the corridors,
on pills?

do you still listen to those folk songs?

do you remember my tongue
inside your ears,
and my body radiant in sweat?

did you know that every beautiful woman
like you
has a bitch of a best friend?

does your dad
still protect you from guys like me?
does he still drive you around town?

do you still dream of being a strict mother
to your unborn child?

do you keep your soul
in the hollow of the blue tree,
every night?

what do you think? quite similar..isnt it?

Deeptesh said...

@ snow

I've read that poem and obviously you must have seen the fact that the poet concerned has commented on this poem of mine.Funny you should have found the similarity for I don't see any.The only thing which is similar is the usage of rhetorical questions which is an articulate ingredient of post modern poetry.I re-read both the pieces after seeing your comment and still found your idea incredible.....may be you should go through the main themes once again!However, must I say that I'm honoured if my lines reminded you of that great poet?