November 10, 2010

Lavender~

born out of a common seed, how cum the flower's a lavender bloom?


when comes the rain, save it... for now its only June


it makes me sick the way it grows, happy and modest and shiny and soft..


i wonder why i am not the flower while the flower has it all...





there is a chill beyond the glass... i see the season's changed... 


where is the bloom that once was there;  nothing's left but frozen rain


it hurts to be so loving... so caring, oh i just cant cry...


it was such a lovely sight to my blind, glass eye





the grip is loose, my pen might fall... when was the last time i scratched a word


there is no-one on the door and yet my heart keeps pounding, telling me stop


so many shades of faded cloth ... what beautiful dresses they could have been...


i wonder what that shade of peculiar purple cud be trying to remind me..





oh i too had a garden once... with a dozen different forms of life..


no i did not plot flowers like u, but my bushes i did like


there was grass and weed and thorns and shrubs, little white and yellow petals that would decay on their own


and my garden was still as glorious as your freshly pruned one with the handsome gnome





Ha! I laugh at the wonderful tragedy... i remember now what it was...


a bottle of old, old wine that made my vision blur


i think i know that flower was not a lavender after all


it was just something wild





where are my shawls, my slippers and tea?


oh yes, i feel better now...


its better to forget old fancies and stupid bits of memory


than to be trapped in that question, that knows all, but answers none, that possibility of whether i could have been that flower , or was i that fog


oh hush, let me sleep


its late


and that lavender was not mine after all.

-shambhavi

3 comments:

Atul Mishra said...

very well written.. the mood reflects your real state, nice vocabulary and chain of sentences.. but what has impressed me most is that the reading is so smooth and the punch at the end depicts all the meaning.. to be true, it's a lovely poem written by a lovely little artist.. :)

_shambhavi_ said...

@atul: its encouraing to have sum1 read my poetry n feel it too :)
thankyou

Ashmeet Nathani said...

fabulous composition from a visionary person...
:D

November 10, 2010

Lavender~

born out of a common seed, how cum the flower's a lavender bloom?


when comes the rain, save it... for now its only June


it makes me sick the way it grows, happy and modest and shiny and soft..


i wonder why i am not the flower while the flower has it all...





there is a chill beyond the glass... i see the season's changed... 


where is the bloom that once was there;  nothing's left but frozen rain


it hurts to be so loving... so caring, oh i just cant cry...


it was such a lovely sight to my blind, glass eye





the grip is loose, my pen might fall... when was the last time i scratched a word


there is no-one on the door and yet my heart keeps pounding, telling me stop


so many shades of faded cloth ... what beautiful dresses they could have been...


i wonder what that shade of peculiar purple cud be trying to remind me..





oh i too had a garden once... with a dozen different forms of life..


no i did not plot flowers like u, but my bushes i did like


there was grass and weed and thorns and shrubs, little white and yellow petals that would decay on their own


and my garden was still as glorious as your freshly pruned one with the handsome gnome





Ha! I laugh at the wonderful tragedy... i remember now what it was...


a bottle of old, old wine that made my vision blur


i think i know that flower was not a lavender after all


it was just something wild





where are my shawls, my slippers and tea?


oh yes, i feel better now...


its better to forget old fancies and stupid bits of memory


than to be trapped in that question, that knows all, but answers none, that possibility of whether i could have been that flower , or was i that fog


oh hush, let me sleep


its late


and that lavender was not mine after all.

-shambhavi

3 comments:

Atul Mishra said...

very well written.. the mood reflects your real state, nice vocabulary and chain of sentences.. but what has impressed me most is that the reading is so smooth and the punch at the end depicts all the meaning.. to be true, it's a lovely poem written by a lovely little artist.. :)

_shambhavi_ said...

@atul: its encouraing to have sum1 read my poetry n feel it too :)
thankyou

Ashmeet Nathani said...

fabulous composition from a visionary person...
:D