purple child

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Poems


Am not some great fan of Vikram Seth. But here are three of his poems,

Sit, drink your coffee here your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities,
and I'll Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.
The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

Here's another one...

Unclaimed

To make love with a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test. --To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.
To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.
To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.
To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so.

And this is the last....

Somewhere within your loving look I sense,
Without the least intention to deceive,
Without suspicion, without evidence,
Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.

Pessimist Vs Optimist

I think... or wait I don't think anymore. I had these strange notions of television when I was studying. Faster, more communicative, easiar on the language and so on. But that really doesn't seem to be the case. In all honesty the only thing that I do sincerely everyday is read the papers. But does that translate into any value addition ? No.... I picked up technology real fast when I came here. Does it help me? No.... My scripts are straight and boring .. thats what am told but I try reading some of the other scripts... you will wonder when one sentence got over and the other began. Basic journalism please. Write simple sentences that make sense.

So do I take pride in my work? No so much anymore.

I think I got an education sitting with saikat baba and Ch Nandal every evening sharing smokes thoughts etc. Of course I never had much to add but lots to learn. We joked, we laughed, ridiculed people. But there was an education there. I know this seems like someone who has given up on life. But am not that someone. But am afraid I will become one.

There are some of us in this world who make better followers than leaders. I don't know if anyone here is a leader.

And its affecting everything. Obviously because I don't go home and become a new person. I carry this burden of having been a part of something shoddy.

I really have to get up, stretch and yawn and shrug this terrible feeling off me. Before everyone here kills me with their attitude.

I mean EVERYONE .....

The point is that I have always been alone in fighting this feeling. I will be in some ways a loner all my life weather I like it or not.

Thats enough ! The eternal optimist has to take over.