Tuesday, December 11, 2007

A Christmas Special

Like rum
In closed dark chocolates

Like red wrapper
That crackles when you open
The sound unshared beats the purpose

Lost love
Like after Christmas
Waiting for the next birth

A vindictive feeling
Of having to perform

Like the lifeless butterfly
In glass crystalled boxes

Is the only end
To a story.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

poornima, you scare me sometimes, please try to be a bit more cheerful

11:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Secret, like a toblerone or a egg.
Sharing, like a secret.
Lost love, forgive it.
Forgiveness, is the greatest thing that one can do.
Hope, like all the hapiness of the world I whish for you.

3:44 PM  
Blogger the rain tree said...

i go depressed and scared when i read some of ur post. but still...fantastic as usual

12:12 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

Anon: Aww... quite boring!

T: :)) Ty! You are so adorable! And hey, if you write counter poems- my readers will all go to your space! :p

Rain tree: I'll take the compliments alone.

1:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good that u r back

8:33 AM  
Blogger Samyak said...

I've not read the post yet.

Came straight to post a comment.

Just want you to know how grateful I'm for an update.

8:18 PM  
Blogger ishmi said...


10:47 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

Anon: I need a changed template!!!

Samyak: Now will wait for you to say something after having read it.

Ishmi: Why not?

3:14 AM  
Blogger djnair said...

good to see u back...but u dont seem good??
Pain...tell me are u purging out or actually relishing it....
Keep writing....

4:09 AM  
Blogger Preetha Nair said...

I thought you went away............
Glad you are back :) :)
write more :)

7:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hi poornima,

nice to see sindabad the sailor back on the shores. may the new genie unravel a fresh repertoire and unleash a flurry of posts.

christmas and wine does make for a heady combine. bearing a cross and death the only end. amen...

11:35 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

Djnair: Obessive compulsive melancholic writer.

Preetha: And still you came looking... thank you for that.

OAC: The perils of poor Sindbad. And you know in the later versions, he couldnt stay put in a place. Addiction is a hard thing to get over with, or does one really need to!

1:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

poornima its me malini, stop writing such f&*%ing depressing poems. you will eventually meet the one, we all move on, believe me.

11:03 AM  
Blogger djnair said...

one more Q...is this OAC n Poornima i.e u the same person???

11:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I have asked you too about OAC. Just curious about him/her. Do you know in real?

9:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

welcome back!

7:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

somehow u seem to have left without going anywhere....nice to have you back...welcome... merry Christmas...

8:23 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

Malini: I'd sugegst you stop reading fucking depressing me. And- pls, give me or even you, more credit- its not always about 'the one'! Maybe its about the none! ROFL!

DjNair: I think I'll let OAC answer that! But how boring if I was to write n reply to my own!

D: And I think I've told you- I do not know OAC in real!

OAC: Hey- do you see the interest you are generating on my blog? :P Where's the fee for piggybacking?

Somebody: Oh thank you very much!

Blacray: What a nice thing to say!!

9:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey great to see you back ::)

2:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

dear poornima,

it is always about the one, let us not kid ourselves, it is always about one/several/past/present/future. think good while it lasted and move on...

7:40 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Dalloway said...

Sherry- Great to be back without having gone anywhere! :)

Anon: Oh pls! Spare me your tuppence-philosphy. And dont delude yourself into understand exactly what I had in mind when I wrote it. Your interpretations are yours alone. Sharing is strictly prohibited!

9:08 PM  

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