Wednesday, July 01, 2009

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I am what you seek

when you stand, at that evening window;
On the empty, winding highway;
In the summer breeze and the winter days
and pressed between the drying flowers.

When silent dusk turns to black,
I am what you search for,
on the bench in a lonely park;
In fading ink and the flickering flame
and under raindrops on a tired day.

When you smile at the twined hands;
On the bench in a lonely park;
I am what you want,
in lilting song and whispered words;
and under dew laden boughs of the ancient tree.

I am what dances in dying light;
and what sleeps under heavy eyes.
I am what dwells in lingering gazes;
and what remains of fleeting life.

I am
realisation, forgiveness,
companionship and hurt;
I am nostalgia, acceptance
anticipation and fear;
I am inspiration, yearning,
love, despair and hope;

I am truth and time;
I am the journey in your mind.
I am the one without identity;
and everything, that you want me to be.


16 smoke wisps:

DPhatsez said...

i am the alpha and the omega..man..trippy lines..(gulp!)

Meghana Naidu said...

@DP thank you. why the gulp though, i think i know, but always up for more talk aint we ;)

bondgal_rulz said...

WHOA!!!!

That was like the BEST thing I've read in a long time!!

Hats off to you!! :)

Cheers

Meghana Naidu said...

@bondgal

thank you!
always feels great to hear things like that, glad to be of service :)

Zlaek said...

For me, it always used to be about what I wanted... been so occupied with it that I forgot my own freedom.

What you've written reminds me of all that I've been missing.

Love
Chinmayee

Meghana Naidu said...

@Zlaek: i think i myself needed reminding of all these things, and glad that it could do the same for someone else too.

you raise interesting questions,

"what i wanted" and "my own freedom"
If anyone else out there sees what i see in these two drop a line,
if not, i'll retreat to a quiet corner and contemplate in solitude

and Zlaek thank you for dropping by, i enjoyed your blog :)

Shamanth said...

It is wonderful how every line transports you to the situation accurately since it carries with it all the emotions that go behind such an experience.

In such a situation we are high on life(whether we realise it or not) and we cannot truly express what we feel till we have savored the experience completely.

And that's exactly what your words do here. Make us savor the emotions first and before we know it, you name every emotion for us with such elegance and ease.

Zlaek said...

You've written a few lines in an older post which I went through this evening...
And you're probably gonna have to retreat to a quiet corner and contemplate in solitude.

As the Mind Meanders said...

There was a slight drizzle outside my window... I listened to weak drops of rain nuzzling the earth... and read this wonderful little verse... And then I so badly wanted to reach out to someone... I so badly wanted the world to go from grey to gold...

You have the ability to kill someone with a feather...

Keep writing...

Merin Mandanna said...

I ENVY YOU.
No one should be able to write poems this well!

Meghana Naidu said...

@shamanth :)
ill just say thank you.
for your beautiful description above and for everything else.

Meghana Naidu said...

@zlaek: they truly riase some important questions in my mind, and i know of a few who'd feel the same. you'll get to read the end result ofcourse. older post? which one?

Meghana Naidu said...

@meandering mind
*sigh*
this poem is the amalgamation of a million of "grey to gold" moments
and each of them are brutal are'nt they.
*sigh*

and thank you, i will.

Meghana Naidu said...

@M
now what can i say to that ;)

thank you :D

unsungpsalm said...

I'm putting this on my desktop wallpaper... It was extremely moving. It brought to life the dead romanticist in me.

Take my hat off to you for this one... like REALLY!

Meghana Naidu said...

@unsung

thank you sweet boi.
it is all the turmoil one ever feels, and when one wants to run away from the truth.
it shouldnt be your wallpaper.
but, thank you.
<3

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