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Monday, July 05, 2004

Living In The Past

Sun streaked through the trees,
The bluest blues were playing,
Picked up a telephone,
Heard voice after 118 days....
Drifted down the rabbit hole,
Met a dreamer, a younger me,
He grinned foolishly and wrote poems,
Trying not to lose his gaze...

"I see you standing,
Brown leaves falling around,
Raindrops in your hair,
Smiling at the ground;
Star of my life,
Get lost in my sea,
Come close and whisper,
Your little dreams to me."

She hung up the phone,
Dying dead-tone made me,
Spin back through the ages,
Forgetting the days of youth....
Now she jokes my story
To absolute strangers, and I
Pull the brown ruffled curtains
Keeping out the truth....


Blogger BD said...

handa its your poem?....amazing man

3:50 PM  
Blogger Me said...

Yes dude.. It is mine... thanks..

3:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

handa ... mustansir here .. can u download sopranos last 2 episodes (512,513) ..?
also, check out the reviews for O.C. .. worth downloading ??
thanks :)

10:09 PM  
Blogger Schrodinger said...

That was awesome!!

12:09 AM  
Blogger Me said...

Mustu, writing a mail would hve been easier for you.
Schrodinger, Awesome eh ?? No one has used "AWESOME" after the 80s... chill dude.. thankz or as you would like it, "its kool, my brother" ;-)

8:44 AM  
Blogger Varun Nagpal said...

Aap shayer tho nahi...magar..rrr... aapne likkhi wonderful shayeree, ki hum bhi hum bhi bane shayer! Ghatiya hi sahi!

10:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Handa... GET OVER IT. It has been a long time.

1:02 PM  
Blogger Saltwater Blues said...

Hi Ravi: very nice poem, very interesting blog. Cheers.

8:27 PM  
Blogger Drumster said...

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12:07 AM  
Blogger Drumster said...

Hey man amazing poem that, I got your link through someone. I am coming to Kharagpur to do my MBA in School of Management, IIT KGP :) Starting 28th July

12:08 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Ravi thanks for your wishes:)
and I dude, life is long journey and perhaps you will get more oppurtunities and did it hurt??

And man you people do make the best use of internet at KGP... do they allow outsiders to use the hostel...lol!!


Cheap way of publicity: Do drop in at my blog

1:30 AM  
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1:32 AM  
Blogger Me said...

ThinKing,Salwater Thanks..

Anonymous, What the hell do you know what I am talking about? GET OVER IT? I have never been UNDER it.. Mind your own business or have the guts to leave your name...

Drumster, Good to know that you are coming to KGP. I live in Nehru. Drop in for a drink if you like.

CC, you are always welcome in our hostel ;) As far as net is concerned, I am more of a net-addict now. I feel uneasy if I dont check my mail 10 times a day. Trust me, the publicity funda works ;) I did drop in at your blog..

3:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Awwwww that was so touching.... **hugs**


4:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice Poem !!!

2:10 PM  
Blogger Me said...

Mommie Buggie was here and if she liked the poem, it means I am getting good at stuff.... For those who dont kno who she is, just check out her blog The only AUNTIE that beats her in humor is Alpha. No hard feelings Buggie but Alpha is my favr8. I dont know when she will visit.

9:38 PM  
Blogger Arunima said...

nice blog. came through some links. what a poem!
keep up the good work. ;-)

10:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

must say.. this is an amazing poem.. n hey, thanks for dropping by at my blog..:)

3:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

must say.. this is an amazing poem.. n hey, thanks for dropping by at my blog..:) - smilingricha

3:56 AM  
Blogger cheesey chopstix said...

i think that poem has an amazing contrast between last couple of stanzas... do you write lotsa poetry??

6:36 AM  
Blogger Me said...

Hey people,
Am i the only one who has noticed that 75 % of comments on this post are by females? this genrally doesnt happen to my blog rather this never happens to my blog and i cant even imagine something like this happening in my life. is my virtual personality getting better? (NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION)
neways thanks Richa and Anupama...
and hey Cheesy Chopstix, you are the second CC to visit my blog... btw, i do write poetry sometimes but mostly its in Urdu/hindi. frankly speaking i dint get the part where you said something about the contrast in last couple of stanzas.. If you are mentioning about the Rhyming pattern, here goes my funda :
In the first and the third para the rhyming pattern is of 4-4 nature ie. repeating after 4 lines but in the second para its of 2-2 nature. The reason for that is, I wanted to show that I have written the second para as a YOUNGER ME ( who was naive, stupid and foolishly in love) and now, I have grown up as a person and hence the poet in me has also grown up to the 4-4 level instead of the dorkish 2-2 level. That doesnt mean that I am not stupid anymore, as a matter of fact some people say that i have become even more stupid.
I hope that i made myself clear. I hope that the pacific is as blue as it is in my dreams. i hope... (shit, i have to stop watching Shawshank redemption over n over again)

7:13 AM  
Blogger cheesey chopstix said...


what i meant was the contrast in the mood and the subtlety
but i liked the contrast of the rhyming patterns too..funda samajh mein aaya..

7:42 AM  

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