30 May, 2012

Landlocked


Yes, yes,

              I know.
              Every man is an 'i'land
              marooned on his own sea of
              contradictions and lies,
              swimming between
              the dilemmas of
              solitude
              and loneliness.

              Every man is
              settling into
              shape-changing
              sands,
              confused by
              the sanguine sunsets:
              "why does such passion
              not run colour?"

              But, what if
              islands could choose neighbours?
              little pieces of
              forgotten land
              bumping into one another
              as they float
              aimfully
              on the seas of time.

Ah!
              I'd choose an island as
              beautifully isolated
              as I dream to be.
              I'd choose an island with
              Bookshelves.
              Ah yes, that
              would be
              quite perfect.

15 comments:

  1. Go back to the letter dated sometime around September, 2010. You will know what I am talking about. There will be boats, not islands.

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    1. To each his own metaphors hmm? I choose to believe there will be boats AND islands.

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    2. That last sentence in the comment was meant to convey the idea that my metaphor had used boats, instead of islands, to play with a similar idea. I did not mean to say that the world would be a lot more prettier with just boats and no islands. Of course.

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  2. Beautiful. Love the way you've put it & going to read it again :)

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    1. Thank you Shivya :) Glad to see you here!

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  3. Bucket list buddy8:22 AM

    Ati-sundar!

    Although, I'd say - be very careful and specfic when you wish for something like that. Ask for an island with bookshelves full of books. I am sure an island with empty bookshelves is probably one of the worst things to have. :P
    And no dogs?

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    1. An self respecting bookshelf MUST have books. Dogs...once the list starts, there's no stopping it. So I'll stick with the bookshelves :)

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  4. Barbecue. Sun. Hush of River. Known Turf. Annie Zaidi. Peace

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    1. :) I understand you perfectly, so do NOT listen to the oaf below. The bigger picture IS made up of barbecues and books, I'm glad it brought you peace too :)

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    2. No. no. He meant to say P.E.A.C.E. - the way Justin Beiber might say it with a 'V' made out of his fingers.

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    3. We (the peaceful man and I) had a conversation about this. So chupp (Remember? One finger, on the lips).

      PS: Since when did you start familiarising yourself with Justin Beiber gestures? :|

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  5. Presenting, the quintessential Pinky comment. It is a poem in itself and, owing to that quality, incomprehensible.

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    1. I take offence (from Pinky's side too). Poems are not incomprehensible. They just mean different things to different people. Hmpf.

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