"I was ageless, I was nine"
[Taken from my lovely Aunt Lydia's lovely poetry: "I understood"]
I don't know why I quoted this line here.... I just felt like starting with these toxic words....
I wrote many many posts in this blog about my personal experience and feelings. Most of the time I was straight forward.... But today I am not going to be..... I will write something about my current personal feelings, personal affair I am going through.... But not sure how I am going to do that... Only sure of that it's not gonna be that direct.... I am having a time of my life which I will never get back again... I am not sure about its taste... But I am certain about its uniqueness...
I feel like I am gonna tell a story.... I feel the rhythm inside me.... So, it's gonna be a poetry... But the rhythm will only remain in my heart which I cannot share.... So, here we go.......!
The USB extender cable is lying on the desk.....
It's above an USB hard-disk... Which is probably dead.....
Not sure.....
Two mugs holding a lot of stuffs...
They are bravely (but not proudly) representing something old...
They are representing seven years of life...
This will be forever untold...
September 3, September 8, September 14
We are just mere humans who can't even fix a date
Noh, not that "date"....
I am far far lonelier than talking about that "date"...
It's all about touching the clouds...
For good or for bad...
Not sure about that....
Two new sets of "Omeprazole"
Saying goodbye to normality
They wouldn't be even here
If that man lived by the code
Code for goodness, code of life...
Some people say they are unlucky
I am sure they are blind.... I am sure they are blind...
They didn't come across Carter's prize of his life...
Sun rises and sets exactly in the same direction
Every day and every night
But you saw the difference of light...
Every day and every night
Pile of bad news
About near and dear ones
Haunts down that man...
The man in the revolving chair...
Don't wanna see them in my words
But they always light the fire
Fire of pain and grief
Yet it is manageable
Every betrayals of life
Is manageable
Seeking forgiveness is easy...
But forgetfulness is hard...
Remember Memento...?
Need that... Pronto!
The book of life
Some chapters are closed
Closed forever
Their fragrance is toxic
Their touch is magic
Their appeal is magnetic...
But the reality is tragic...
The book of life doesn't have a rear gear....
Small things
Huge tension...
How tiny we are!
But we think big....
That's why we are human...
We dream...
We live to dream.....
We dare to live...
That chair keeps revolving...
And the fan keeps revolving...
Isn't the whole universe also doing the same thing?
Curiosity is far away...
Discovering new home....
For us... humans....
And here on the land...
Giants are fighting for silly things...
Rectangles probably?
Who knows!
Love this world...
No matter how it is...
There is always someone out there....
Who is craving for something about which you don't even care...
You see the difference?
It's the trade....
Trade of need....
Trade of feelings...
Trade of uncertainty...
Trade of meaninglessness...
Still, that USB extender is maintaining its position
Dumbly proving the absence of life...
And here we are....
The humans....
Making life the least valuable thing in the world....
I promise the sun will rise again and set in the same direction
But yet, the light will be different
Everyday and every night....
© Riyadh
[I know it will be tough to understand what I meant... But in this poetry (or whatever it is) every word carries my feelings, every line tells the story of my life...]
I am honored to have the line from my poem find its way at the top of your amazing post, Riyadh. Your use of the word "toxic" to describe the line is confusing to me, however, and I think here we have an example of a word having a different meaning or sensibility in different cultures. The definition I am familiar with goes something like this:
ReplyDeleteDefinition of TOXIC
1: of, relating to, or caused by a poison or toxin
2a : affected by a poison or toxin
Having mentioned that, what I think the line may have meant for you was the very confusion of life and how we lead it today. Am I close? Your poem seems to deal with that and so much more. I am fascinated to read that each and every line is an expression of your life. Knowing that makes me read each line all the more carefully. For instance, (and thank you for the link because I was not familiar with the name of the drug) I was not aware that you suffer from such a condition. I had a friend in one of my jobs who suffered extremely and finally had surgery that was quite effective for him. Perhaps that is a possibility for you in the future.
That you think "every betrayal of life is manageable" makes me sad. Manageable, perhaps.....but managing such betrayal and the sorrows caused by it can ultimately make you sick. So managing such things is tricky. I do understand so well what you mean about forgiveness being easy and forgetting so difficult. I have come to that opinion in my own life. And even then I think our cells remember....
This stanza is so heartbreaking, because at the foundation of all the excitement and wonder of space exploration (which in and of itself is one of my favorite things ever) there seems to be this resignation that we will ruin our home, the beautiful Earth, and so we must find a replacement place for a few of us to begin anew:
Curiosity is far away...
Discovering new home....
For us... humans....
And this stanza:
And here we are....
The humans....
Making life the least valuable thing in the world....
How powerful, how true. What a commentary on the state of our planet.
Your poem is remarkable, Riyadh. I will read it many times to find you in it. ♥ Aunt Lydia
a lot for your thoughtful comment Aunt!
ReplyDeleteI used the word "Toxic" as addictive.... It just so came to my mind to use this word as an alternative to "Addictive".... It just felt right within my sense....
Yes, I have got some acidity problem.... It's not that concerning yet... But I have to control it... Otherwise I may also have to go through the surgery that your friend had....
Managing betrayals is hard... It's like come to an understanding within thyself.... It's not 100% effective... But you gotta deal with it when you have no other choice....
You have even dug deep into the meaning of "Curiosity".... I love how you explain things...
It's like I am reading the descriptive version of my poem... So precise and so close to the feelings which are responsible for this poem..
Thanks Aunt!!! ♥ u a lot!
It's a classic one. Beautiful! Really liked the storyline through poetic attempt. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks apu! :)
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