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.
Go back to the letter dated sometime around September, 2010. You will know what I am talking about. There will be boats, not islands.
ReplyDeleteTo each his own metaphors hmm? I choose to believe there will be boats AND islands.
DeleteThat 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.
Deletelove it
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DeleteBeautiful. Love the way you've put it & going to read it again :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Shivya :) Glad to see you here!
DeleteAti-sundar!
ReplyDeleteAlthough, 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?
An self respecting bookshelf MUST have books. Dogs...once the list starts, there's no stopping it. So I'll stick with the bookshelves :)
DeleteBarbecue. Sun. Hush of River. Known Turf. Annie Zaidi. Peace
ReplyDelete:) 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 :)
DeleteNo. 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.
DeleteWe (the peaceful man and I) had a conversation about this. So chupp (Remember? One finger, on the lips).
DeletePS: Since when did you start familiarising yourself with Justin Beiber gestures? :|
Presenting, the quintessential Pinky comment. It is a poem in itself and, owing to that quality, incomprehensible.
ReplyDeleteI take offence (from Pinky's side too). Poems are not incomprehensible. They just mean different things to different people. Hmpf.
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