Thursday, November 24, 2011

letter ...
















If I send you these plants and trees
and a rain clad hour,
will you read?
The other day,
 those beggars had cooked on the road
and I collected a fist full of left over ashes;
want to send them as well.
Those people, the villages, surrounding forests,
and the incessant trickling of a silver stream;
I will send them all.
Will you remember to read?

Also those moist memories, the dejected hours

and the purple patches of half hearted promises?

Till now I had kept them all

piled up in my poems.
Yesterday,
the child tore apart my book of poems
in mirthful glee.
Anguished years and suppressed moments,
plenty of crystal tears,
all, in bits and pieces,
were flying around in freedom
like tiny dove wings.
I am sending them too,
and also the child’s triumphant laughter.
Will you read?


17 comments:

Brian Miller said...

yes i will. smiles.

ugh, the tearing up of the poetry book about broke my heart...smiles...all the words, thoughts, feelings, but you know what all the more reason to write more eh?

i will even read the ashes...smiles.

The Cello Strings said...

moving words.
fantastic read.

The Unknowngnome said...

Will I understand? :(

Kathy Bischoping said...

Oh, I like how you begin with these deal-making questions, and the fable feeling of a fist of ashes! The mirthful ripping child is like the New Year being born.

Celestial Dreamz said...

Dearest TUG i will send YOU only the beauty and the love ... sans the poverty or the sorrow ... you sure will understand :)

neelthemuse said...

Of course I'll read!

ayala said...

Yes, I will.
Love this...Also those moist memories, the dejected hours

and the purple patches of half hearted promises?


Love it all! Your words are always beautiful!
:)

suvaiba said...

omg omg omg
this is khoobsurat
the 1st 4 lines are sooooooo sooooo heart touching..! :)
tc

A Heron's View said...

Yes I will read, feel the pain and forgive the child.

The Unknowngnome said...

It's a new moon tonight :)

Rose said...

Well Moon, you done it again. A fabulous write with stored images I always see what you write very clearly indeed. Can never tell what the child will do can we and thats what I love about the child so spontanious so liberating :D

Jack said...

C D,

Caught up with pending reading. Your poem dedicated to your late friend is full of memories. Thanks for indepth write up in your tryst with history. Errors made in past do surface in our mind when we are in pensive mood. This one shows how one wishes to let the love know what goes on in mind.

Take care

gautami tripathy said...

It reminded me that song from a movie Izaajat..."Mera kuch saamaan tumhare paas pada hai"

moon sways

R.Ramakrishnan said...

Wonderful and delightful poem !

ayala said...

My friend, I miss your beautiful words....
Hope you are well. :)

Rose said...

Hi dear lady - I am waiting - impatiently for your next write! All work and no play makes jack a dull boy :D Hope all is well Moon :)

tolbert said...

Also those moist memories, the dejected hours

and the purple patches of half hearted promises?

Oh WHERE have you been my friend? Finally I have found your link and I will continue to read and and be filled at the well from which I drink when slurping from your words. Your phrases are alive and cause a yearning for moments of deep inhalation...thank you, Moon!