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
expecting...........
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
youand
me
PS:[every story has a beautiful beginning
it's the end that matters................]
19 comments:
"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!
I liked the mix of all gamuts here.
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!
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)
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...
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!
i do like your poems and how it is like peering in to a conversation.
I have read your poems. Sometimes I can't decide how to comment on poetry. :) But do keep it up!
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.
lovely.
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
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 srijan...it would be nice to stay in touch with you...keep writing!!! best of luck!!!
Sourik
My responses
@ Rye
Thanks. Yeah those are my favourite lines as well.And it was meant to create enchantment and surrealism.
@Debs
Thanks
@ 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.
deeptesh
check out the new poem i posted today. i would be eagerly waiting for your comments :):)
beautifully written, friend.
Thanks for happening to my site.
looking forward to more.
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 !!!!
"let's not talk about moth-eaten skyscrapers" - that line has a surreal urgency- it's very striking!
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 :)
Smiles..
great job! :) but surprisingly, it is disturbingly/amusingly similar to a poem that i have read...
check it out..
supermodel,
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,
supermodel,
do you still stagger around the corridors,
on pills?
supermodel,
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?
supermodel,
does your dad
still protect you from guys like me?
does he still drive you around town?
supermodel,
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?
@ 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?
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