Saturday, June 18, 2005

Too many yesterdays

A thousand yesterdays...
A thousand moments etched forever in my mind
A thousand simles
A hundred laughters
A zillion tears
A thousand such yesterdays...
A thousand moments such as these...

To all the people I have lost to death, distance, life and others.

I'll let Mirza Ghalib continue what I have started...



A thousand moments such as these
A thousand moments to set this night on fire
Reach out and touch them
You can touch them with your silences
You can reach them with your lust
Rivers, mountains, rains
Rain against a torrid escape
A thousand...
A thousand desires such as these...




I loved rain as a child
As a lost young man
Empty landscapes
Bleached by a tired sun
And then...
And then came suddenly like a dark unknown woman
Her eyes scorched my silences
Her body wrapped itself around me like a summer without end




Force me, hold me, reach me
Where no man has gone crossing the seven seas
With the wings of fire I fly towards nowhere
And you?
Rivers, mountain, rain...
Rain against a scorched landscape of pain




A thousand desires such as these
A thousand moments to set this night on fire
Reach out and touch them
You can touch them with your silences
You can reach them with your lust
Rivers, mountains, rains
Rain against a torrid escape
A thousand...
A thousand desires such as these...

21 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice! :o)~

1:23 AM  
Anonymous Illusionist said...

Who is mirza ghalib and why did he cross the road ?

It is good that you caught mian mirza in the act. If you watch very carefully you can actually see him plucking the flowers, in the sequence of photos.

.siht ekil ti gnidaer eb d'uoy, udrU ni erew ecnetnes siht fI
- a Bi-di tribute to Ghalib

2:16 AM  
Blogger aks said...

hey poornima........nice one again...mirza galib-pretty interesting?...good choice...

10:37 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Fadia: Well yes, the poetry is nice... though I would use the word 'beautiful' for it...

Illusionist: He is John Galt's brother. He crossed the road to meet John Galt who couldnt cross the road as he was petrified of zebra crossings.

Aks: His works are. But maybe most of it is lost in translation... This is one more time when I wish I'd learnt Urdu!

9:40 PM  
Blogger hope and love said...

poornima.. im unable to grasp the mening of the blog and the poem..
:-(

9:54 PM  
Blogger aks said...

urdu is truly a poets lang...ull find very many gr8 works in urdu....beautiful and rich scripts...
i have some frenz who understand urdu to a limit....they help me out quite often....

10:38 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Hope and love: Well, that's poetry for you...! Its all about those moments in life, those thousand desires... I hope this helps!

Aks: I have a friend who went to Urdu class so she could understand Gulzar better!

9:23 PM  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

Hope&Love..Do not worry, I don't understand most of poornima's posts:) hehehe...But she writes beautifully though *sweet smile*

12:12 AM  
Blogger Praveen said...

I liked the dedication the best
"To all the people I have lost to death, distance, life and others"

Very well put.

3:53 AM  
Blogger hope and love said...

hhmm.. i understand it now.. ur comment helped..
fantastic..!

5:15 AM  
Blogger manuscrypts said...

*processing* :)

6:31 AM  
Blogger aks said...

gulzar... worth attending urdu classes..why do u try learning urdu...shud be ur piece of cake...

1:02 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Arvind: What a thing to say! Hmpf! I dont understand her, she writes beautifully and 'though'??? Sigh! What an insult!

Praveen: I'm sure Mirza Ghalib must be turning in his grave! Lol!

Hope and love: Try reading more poetry... But well, it suits very few I must say.

Manuscrypts: Finished?

Aks: Aaah..... I was/am too lazy to go for afternoon classes! And Urdu classes in Pondicherry used to happen only then. But the regret is still there.

9:00 PM  
Blogger Tricksand said...

Yesterdays are beautiful
Especially for those who
Are gifted with the talent
To write

Fresh like a dew
Strong as a venom
Beautiful like a child

I'm sure that u have beautiful eyes... Hopping to see more poems

9:09 AM  
Blogger Venkk Suryanarayanan said...

cute... where do you find these pics though?

2:56 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Dhyanam: I have beautiful eyes! Lol! Yeah- I've heard that before!

Poetry- sure. There are certain poems that move me a lot- and each time one exists in my head- mine or others'; I'll post it on my blog.

Venkks: That's what everyone asks me! Google yaar!

9:18 PM  
Blogger Tricksand said...

Beautiful eyes : Ur way of observing and percieving is beautiful tats all

9:42 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Dhyanam: Thank you...

5:06 AM  
Blogger evangeleus said...

Hi! Just blog hopping. I like your site. Your works are great.

7:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oops, you actually thought this is the Mirza Ghalib poem? ha ha ha. you have copied out the lyrics from the Sudhir Mishra movie starring Shiney Ahuja. The great Ghalib wrote only the first line "a thousand desires such as these" . the rest is film song lyrics.

Typical example of what happens to Mallus when they try to drop names like Ghalib and Rumi into their hopelessly Dravidian blogs. Ha ha ha.

6:20 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Anon: Dint wanna waste time replying to trash comemnts like yours. But cant resist the urge to 'educate'. Swanand Kirkire - add that to your limited vocab. And if possible tell me this- why dont people have the courage to stand up n say something bad? Sneaky crappy people!

9:35 AM  

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