And had crumbled to saffron dust
It was, but, etched on rock, grey
And simply smeared with mud
posted by Swetank Gupta @ 9:59 pm
Monday, July 31, 2006
I thought it was written on bricks
And had crumbled to saffron dust
It was, but, etched on rock, grey
And simply smeared with mud
And had crumbled to saffron dust
It was, but, etched on rock, grey
And simply smeared with mud
A POEM IS NEVER FINISHED... ONLY ABANDONED
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11 Comments:
Beautiful.
And it's by?
Hey, thank you. And I wrote that.
I only post over here what I've written. That's why I created this blog. For the exception of I think 3 posts, which were ddedicated to 2 friends and Joyce & Emily D., everything else's been written by me. And I'll mention it if it isn't.
Is it still beautiful? :D
It is. And explain what you were thinking of when you wrote this.
hmmm really nice......wud love to know the ans of Q that BM popped up.......
I had two things at the back of my mind when I wrote this.
(i) While we live on, untouched and unfazed by the prejudices that previous generations have had, especially against the economically deficient or the like, thinking proudly that we've transcended those boundaries and believe in an egalitarian society, if we stop to think, it's a facade. We're simply scared to accept that we too nurture the very same prejudices, hidden behind a show of suavity, decency, education and other such covers.
(ii) When we get into a relationship, not necessarily a boy-girl courtship kind, but relationships in general, and something goes amiss, the way to placate ourselves after the retaliation is that we've overcome whatever there was to the relationship and ready to move on. All the shreds have been wiped off. But suddenly, someday, all of that will come bck, or over a period of time we'd realize that all is not yet over, that we still cling on to those memories, harp on what had happened and more often than not, want to go back to it.
So that's what I thought, though not so explicitly, when I wrote that.
What do you think?
@Woodsmoke
Hope this answers your question. :)
@Deeps
Thanks a lot. And hope that you get your answers too. Will look forward to seeing you more often.
wow!
Arre wah!!! Tu to ek dum writer hai!!! :D
Some thought went into writing it, huh?! :)
nice!
I'm speechless...
How about, WOW
@Sabya
Wow wow!! :D
@Rohit
Haina? Mujhe bhi kuchh kuchh aisa hi lagta hai.
@Richa
More than thought, it was a realization that came to me, and it wasn't easy accepting it.
@Ishani
Thank you :)
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