Love at first sight

This months blog totally dedicated to falling in love...

Have you ever met a person on the way...who looked at you and you felt like you've known him or her for a long long time and you know its not just you who felt that way, you can see it in their eyes too..dedicating this poem to such moments and strangers whom we may never meet again..but that moment which would be treasured as one eternal bonding existing beyond space and time....

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT...

A rustle of the leaves
A crowded lane
How do your eyes find mine
and mine find yours
What is it that makes us connect
Like a calling
Not an urge
But a peaceful melody
A tune played by souls
For undefinable eternity
A few moments for you to walk past by me
Yet a million unspoken words
A familiar feeling of peace
Where everything goes to a standstill
And the only thing that exists is a reflection of me
Here names cease to exist
And so do identities
The only thing that exists is the moment
crafted in time
Tomorrow you may never walk the same lane
Tomorrow I may never see you again
But the depth of eternity in that moment held
Is enough to know
That love is alive at my end.

Then and now

An old picture back ten years or so from now
A college picnic near the river called Mazhitar
It's amazing how things change in ten years
They say its a long time
It sure feels like
For the me staring back at me
Is not the same me now
Those eyes speak of definitions
Different from what I define life as now
It's a picture of people who stayed ten years back
And people who moved on to the now
I met this guy the other day
Who still talks of his college crush
The irony of the situation is
She may never even think of him now
Some love stay
Some love wait
Some love just fade away
If there was a measure of finding the best kind of love
Maybe it would be the one that waits
But thats not my story
My story
Is about a girl back then
different from the woman that is now
Maybe definitions are never perfect
Maybe the life I defined then
Was the best way life could ever be defined
For the definitions I have now are all smudged
Clouded behind ten years of dust...
Accumulated in being the me now.

Prashantee

Dt: 9.12.2009
Time: 12.07pm

Strangers undefined

Thoughts flow out of my mind
Like notes strung on a guitar
Of she says
And he says
And they say
About life and love.
Where love floats like a thin film above our heads
And I try to define it
And I try to find answers
but its so above my head
Yet its there
And covers the entire you and me
And the hes and the hers
and the thems
Yet its love
Just a fragrance
Floating in and out of our systems
Definitions unheard
Unexplained beyond his and hers
Still my feet are grounded to the earth
The earth on which I walk
Eat and sleep
Live among strangers
and call them society
There are rules and definitions
And love gets locked up
in the four corners of the place "defined" as a home
With amenities and providers
And the home maker
It forgets to float
It forgets to flow in and out
Dies and withers in a corner
Between strangers called family.

Thoughts flow out of my mind like the notes stung

She sings to a crowd

While I sleep in the comfort of this warm place called home
She sings amidst complete hooting strangers with a feigned smile and happiness
Hiding the inner discomfort and bashfulness
Yet she entertains
The crowd of "respectables"-unleashing the animal within
A thought just crosses my mind
So I pull out a pen and paper
Write a poem within the warmth of a place I call home
The respectable me turns the light off and sleeps
While she is still singing another number amidst an uproar of hooting
I know I am but a hypocrite

Prashantee
12.11.2009
11.40 am

I wrote this one after a long time...yesterday. There was a programme arranged in our "para" that's the bengali term for village or locality. And I could hear a girl sing ...and the hooting sounds outside...So I penned this down. Maybe she feels like being treated as a princess too... just my thought. I wish her well whoever she is. Dedicated to all the strong women. :)

Framed Pictures

I walk this road everyday
See a shop with framed pictures
Of happy and not so happy faces
Colorful and bright
I saw a book in a book stall
That says "Who will cry when I die"
Leaves me pondering
About life and death
About love
And how long will it take for you to forget

How long will anybody remember you or me?
A girl asked me once
If there were forevers
I told her that its just life
And abrupt bends around corners
Where you may have to leave behind a million things
Forevers doesn't exist here
You are only but a few drops of tears
A remembrance
A framed picture
Hanging on the wall

There is this boy I know
Who keeps the photograph of his wife who left
Says he realized his mistakes
There is this other boy
Who is confused
For he doesn't know what love is
And then there is this girl
Who just stands and waits
For love
Unaware of the "how long does it take to forget"
I wish I could step out of the three
And hug each one
Maybe tomorrow will bring a sunnier day round the bend
Of sunshine and clear blue skies
Its been too cloudy here for quite sometime

Maiiya

16.09.2009
12.14 am