2/11/08

Of evenings unnamed

… It was a moonlit night
Stars shining
Breezing
Windy cold winds

An unexpected winter in a city unknown to seasons
The city
A lovely city
Establishments..
Monuments..
And Achievements…

A city where the night fires never burn out
Of travels and voyages..
Pilgrims
And Sinners
Immigrants
And Dreamers

Two lost souls
Obscured in ancience
What is to be?
Of what has become
Oblivious of both
Of what binds them….
Of what separates…
Of what is lost…
Of what remains….
Unknown …
All of it unknown…

One speaks of the Rain..
Ceaseless
And endless
Clouds….
Dim
Silent
Immense

He speaks of lands
Far off lands..
Grassy
Vegetative
And green



He speaks of the dust
Of the cowboys
Their stories
Legends..
And myths




He speaks of forbidden love
And of forbidden women
Sinister glances
And expressions….
Love..
Their love…
Unabashed love..
Uncontrolled love
Fake love..
Fickle love..
Stale love…
Passionate fakeness..
Passionate love….

Yet there’s the love we all look for…
Yes there’s the love forever…

The other one speaks of the city of temples
Of sculptures
And sculptors..
Artisans
And Courtesans …
Musicians
And poetesses..


She speaks of the chandeliers..
Tinkle tankle..
Shapely
Neatly
Glass cut sounds of crystal
Unmatched in clarity
Grandeur
Burning bright
Immaculate magnificence.

She says…she likes looking at them
Staring at them for hours..

She says she likes the flute
It reminds her of something
A song probably..
Old
And cherished
A memory that fades not.

She talks of dreams
Her dreams
Vivid ….
Blurred….
Hated ….
Coveted ….
Dreams of deep slumber
Dreams of wakefulness

He says he cheated his lover
She says love in turn deceived him
Therefore he looks for what he had found already
She says
Its proposition
A manoeuvred tragedy
His watchful eyes cannot see

Every day that ends
Every moment that passes by
Love deceives
Future conceals
And life teaches..
And we…
We yield to each and every
We yield to all..

A moonlit night it was…
Stars shining
Two lost souls
Unknown to the world
And to each other unknown
Star gazing
And Conversing
Parallel conversations..
Seamless
Loveless
And luckless…..


Dedicated to a splendid evening spent with a dear friend on the gliding rocks of Nariman Point.

4 comments:

inihos said...

i like...not everyone can put reality into verse

shrimoyee said...

ahem ahem.....i wish i cud just sneek in that day at nariman point and quietly listen to the conversation.....

Minakshi said...

It lingers you know...
Like it wouldn't end...
It breathes into you a feeling you just cant fight back...
With that brush in your hand...of all the pictures that you create...
This one's a lill special...
For reasons that need not be explored...

reema said...

@inihos. thank u, i am glad 2 no dat u found it true.

@shrimoyee: strange i didnt mention it 2 u..

@minakshi: it lingers, it woundn't end, lil spcl indeed... bt reasons i dun intend 2 find,its a memory.. wat gud is it neways...