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September 9, 2007

A chorus in my backyard forced me to take notice,
Something so soothing…so reminiscent of days of my youth,
I walk now with a stick in my hand,
which never forgets to remind me of the days to come…

The evening sun infront of the house was going down the sea,
A glowing red spreads across the waters
Never had it ceased to amuse me as a child,
That Sea could engulf something so powerful…

The little waves touching my feet,
taking the sand away from underneath,
Something like time does to you…
Takes away moments but promising to return with better ones…

Once, I prayed so hard to let me fall back in time,
To a life that I had once lived,
Where all I would care was to forget about time,
That was the time when the next day was more promising…

I was amidst people who were brimming with life,
Bustling but serene at the same time,
When severing was not in mind,
yet knowing that one day we have to face it.

And then we did face it,
promising each other to never forget,
Etching the memories to our souls,
we moved on to the other side of life…

That’s when probably I began thinking about time,
and from then on it started going faster than I thought of,
Years later, I looked back,
Found nothing apart from the lingering images of my youth…

I ask the rain, do you fall there too?
Where someone I know lives…
I ask the wind, do you blow there too?
Where someone I know lives…

Perhaps the sun is the best of all the messengers,
Rising in one part of the world while setting in the opposite,
It soothed me that we all share the same warmth,
Just reflecting what someone else is thinking in some part of the world…

I smiled that the waves washing my feet,
once kissed the feet of others I knew,
It made me jealous for an instant,
that when I couldn’t,they met the ones I love.

The dusk reminded me of the night to come,
Reminding me that the time has come,
To walk back into oblivion of my life,
And seek a rhythm to this dwindling life….

I smile at the days bygone and hope the time keeps its promise,
But life’s just that…made up of broken promises and hopes of undoing that,
Pure melody I would say, this way of life,
Chaotic yet reminding you that serenity exists in some part of the world,
A peace which everybody seeks, but only some find….

Dedicated to…..12 men with whom Time had been glorious(I wish there was no such thing as time!), a friend whose passion for books/theatre is immense, a friend who has never ceased to surprise me(my best partner when it comes to movies!)…”A n S”, a journey through the lanes of Pilani which introduced another friend into list of specials, a lovely friendship forged in 3-2(i regret for not knowing all of them before…but better late than never!)….a lovely school where I first learnt to “converse”…..Orkut/Facebook/Yahoo msgr for keeping those conversations alive after 8 long years!….and everyone else with whom I have spend my days and those whom I always to know but couldn’t….[:)]

Note….In Indian classical music, an alapana is defined as the exposition of a raga(Melody). The flavor of the raga is outlined in the alapana by rendering the raga’s permitted notes in structures and phrases unique to the raga. Alapana typically precedes a song that is going to be sung in the given raga.
6 Comments leave one →
  1. Arun permalink
    September 10, 2007 6:08 pm

    i liked the metaphor of how the sea touches people that you can’t.

  2. Akshaya permalink
    September 10, 2007 10:10 pm

    Lovely. Very well written.
    And yes, Thanks! 😀

  3. Amitansu permalink
    September 11, 2007 1:14 pm

    cheers mama!

  4. a blue eyed girl permalink
    September 14, 2007 12:26 am

    that was really beautiful hemanth dear. loved it!

  5. marooned permalink
    October 2, 2007 3:36 pm

    wow gr8 ya

  6. September 12, 2009 4:26 am

    And I’m not a poem fan… But this one got my attention.


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