Like the incessant, engulfing wind of november,
let me breeze through your mind's misty december.
Through the deep valleys of green kissed grass,
through the melting shimmer of snow in your eye;
through the secret, mysterious caves of your heart,
like a whiff of wind I shall gently glide by.
Neither have I seen angels' paradise,
nor do I wish to at nectarean showers gaze;
I shall drench in the prattles of your touch,
and keep you warm in my cool embrace.
Your eyes are my snow- covered gorges,
your words my little gardens where I stroll around;
your presence a chirpy reminder of joy,
your company- a generous blessing I've found.
In your mind is a flame I had long lost,
in your heart unending meadows I had once danced upon;
In your vast universe I ve found a part of me,
when you look into the mirror,
dont you too see me ?
Like the incessant wind of november,
let me merge into your enveloping december.
Amidst the ripples of all your thoughts,
that spring around like sparkling streams;
Amidst passions that in solitude seek
the comfort of hope's transparent beams;
Amidst all the feelings that breathe in your heart,
amidst all the waves in the oceans of your soul;
like the november wind I'll breeze by with glee;
in every breath you take, I want you to find me.
(17/11/08)
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UNSUPERVISED Thoughts #4
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I love these ideas:
ReplyDelete'the melting shimmer of snow in your eye'
'Your eyes are my snow'
this is a metaphor ive never seen...its
wonderful...breathtaking actually, the idea of
ones eyes being so refreshing, and being
refreshed by them...
and innovating
on the common but beautiful notion that the
eyes sparkle and glisten etc.
the way light and snow interacts is so vivid
and immediate (have you seen it in person?...
I live in a quite snowy place and know it well but have dumbly never thought of writing about it.)
'your words my little gardens'
i love when its possible to dispense with verbs and articles.
the "words" are diminutive but fertile, pleasing and cooling. i cant describe it well, but i see(?) it.
'I shall drench in the prattles of your touch'
touch that is something like babbling or off hand or maybe foolish...id love to know what the image was in your mind.
I've never heard this, its so interesting.
Then my god Radhika, the idea of drenching one's self... bold reflexiveness, it makes one flushed and stunned... the mind is blank and and left only senses, or maybe senseless.
'In your vast universe I ve found a part of me'
this reminded me of one of many favorite poems:
"Me Gustas Cuando Callas" by Pablo Neruda
http://thue.stanford.edu/jacquie/callas.html
(this is my favorite translation)
specifically the beginning of the second stanza:
"como todas las cosas estan llena de mi alma
emerges de las cosas llena de alma mia..."
trans: "Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul."
...its so flat in english
"let me merge"
obviously merge is a great word
"mind-blasting" (russel peters, you prob. know) ;D
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