I am nervous as a schoolboy
Just before a significant test.
And I don't know why
A melancholic tune keeps nagging my head.
You hold me with your steady stare
And send me into fits of uncontrollable coughing
With copious passive smoke
From your guiltily lit yet necessary Marlboro Light
On a windy balcony with the backdrop of a hopeful, almost vermilion horizon.
Needless apologies follow
That only heighten the tension;
That take me back to furtive farewell hugs
In dirty San Francisco back alleys.
Suddenly you ask me my favorite color
Waking me from my reverie.
After unprecedented moments of thought
I realize it is the grayness of a cloudy sky
That touches me most.
I have made up my mind
To let the gray rain clouds shower today
After growling, contained thunder for so long.
Then you nonchalantly rest the back of your head against me
And tell me about your virtuous woman
And the sunset at your last holiday together
And how she adores bright vermilion
For the passion it brings into your lives
As we watch the sun set on my frozen gray lips.
Just before a significant test.
And I don't know why
A melancholic tune keeps nagging my head.
You hold me with your steady stare
And send me into fits of uncontrollable coughing
With copious passive smoke
From your guiltily lit yet necessary Marlboro Light
On a windy balcony with the backdrop of a hopeful, almost vermilion horizon.
Needless apologies follow
That only heighten the tension;
That take me back to furtive farewell hugs
In dirty San Francisco back alleys.
Suddenly you ask me my favorite color
Waking me from my reverie.
After unprecedented moments of thought
I realize it is the grayness of a cloudy sky
That touches me most.
I have made up my mind
To let the gray rain clouds shower today
After growling, contained thunder for so long.
Then you nonchalantly rest the back of your head against me
And tell me about your virtuous woman
And the sunset at your last holiday together
And how she adores bright vermilion
For the passion it brings into your lives
As we watch the sun set on my frozen gray lips.
2/18/2008
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9 comments:
this is CRAP. lines are not rhyming.
Mita Mausi
Oh sorry! Will get it authorized by you the next time I write poetry.
Beautiful lines...
Thanks
Respected Sir,
can you please translate this poem into english?
Sincerely,
Al S.C.
very well written.
@WIAN: Thanku thanku.
sorry, i don't understand how poetry can be appreciated. I don't see how anyone but the poet can actually understand the meaning and significance of this poem.
I read your poem again today, and I still don't understand what's going on.
I hope my raja senistic criticism of your poem does not prevent me from getting a copy of Moonlight
I rest my case,
Strip Club Al
Lol. I don't know man. It's magic or some such Voodoo shit :) You see, there are two types of people in this world my friend - ones who don't understand poetry and the ones who act like they do ;) A part of the charm is that you deduce your own meanings, which may even add to the poet's, thus enriching the piece.
I used to consider Raja Sen a whore, but his last review of Jodha Akbar is altruistically accurate.
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