Thursday, February 14, 2013

Poetry by Srija.

                               To be Nameless
                                       By Srija Singh

'Of all that my heart knew as truth,
Of all that my mind deemed as tales,
Of all the truths and illusions that wrapped me,
As the mist engulfs its surroundings,
Making the tangible into distant dreams,
And yet as it clawed at me,
Ripping off the coverings, so unnatural,
Baring me,
Baring me to his gaze,
And I knew what I felt,
They had a name for it
A name too simple, that it simplifies the feel,
the strength, the power,
Of what could be but nameless to just be.'

PS: This is valentines day special, and yes I am aware of the irony here. But then when I think about it, there is hardly a thing, an idea, a practicality, that is not laced in irony, some way or the other, so...

PPS: This poem is my dedication to the lovely couple Arnav and Khushi, from my long time addiction, Iss Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon.

PPPS: Now that I think of it, it is actually a trance induced poetry, wherein I had no idea what I was writing, or what I was writing about, until the final thing appeared in front of me, as if no where, or maybe of the reaches of my sub-conscious self.

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