Friday, May 29, 2009

WE-ME



To me you are like a favorite book,
that was santched away, half read,
A song that I wanted to memorize but,
faded away before I could catch the tune..
You are like the favorite toy that I had ,
lost but never found...

I try to fade away the memories....... of mornings spent together and evenings.. slowly melting away into gloom... but they come back at odd moments... making my eyes spill over and over again...


You are like the Blind God on top of the hills.. to whose temple I could never find the way....
You are like the Mohur... that fell into my beggar's bowl...
Although I never realized the value , was mazed to see it in my dirty bowl...
Then I lost it... dont know where...

Glorified names I call you, even when you twitch your lips in mockery...
I am happy to be the dog, that was fed once and forgotten...
I still wag my tail in gratitude...
You are you and I am me... when I read “ME” upside down, I see “WE” but you could never see the logic....
I am still me and you.. you... There never were two word so apart in meaning....


I go on and on.... you never notice the monotony....
I am still me and you.. you... There never were two word so apart in meaning....


note: this is my new poem,post your comments...

shaajiramachandren

1 comment:

Raquel said...

Contradictory feelings like contradictory is life - even love is contradictory in itself:
favorite things were left behind
dissipated in memory

implacable action of time and distance transforming all things
petrifying witch had life
into a blind god
so disinterested
inaccessible
lifeless

the windstorm carried
a flower that mazed
and was lost,
worthless in itself

It’s true
i can’t see any logic
not only ME, nobody can
because life has none
there is no need of logic to live
and to be satisfied with few,
with nothing,
just by emptying us from ourselves

happiness doesn’t exist in itself
but you can find it just making someone else happy
that is the meaning of you and me so dissociated

i will never penetrate the inner you
and this is not the purpose WE are here
but i could see your eyes brightening, your smile
and that would be the most beautiful thing in the world

enough
no more monotony
go on your way
and i’ll go on mine