Monday, April 30, 2007

Unsent Messages

Those unsent messages
Which peeped from the folds in your voice

Did I ever comprehend them right?
Did you ever speak to me?
Did I only read you?

Did you ever meet me
In those meetings we never had?
Did I see you walk past me
In the blank?

But you are
An important part
Of that image
I see in the mirror

Of those sketches
That form in my head
When I listen to music

Of that nostalgic fragrance
Of freshness that soaks my bed
With your denim after shave
Before I immerse in my dreams

Of the thoughts
That cloud my head
When I touch a skin texture
Like yours

Of that electrifying feeling
When I listen to a laughter like yours
Or see another squarish hand like yours
Or when I read and re-read what you write….

…Beyond the realm of these powerful emotions
There is a world which simmers
In my heart
When in an intimate rendezvous
With myself,
I unfold it
Feel it
Caress it

I discover
It is just me
The freshness
The Sketches
The Texture
The nostalgia
The Pointed shadow your nose made
In the darkness of the night
And your sudden laughter for no reason

I discover
On this journey
With my soul
That all this is
Just me

And does it matter
If I comprehended it right
Or it was just a picture I created
Or you thought of another…
…which was the opposite?

Those savory feelings
Make me smile
And give me strength
Unparalleled,unfound

And does it matter
That you don’t even know?
Does it matter
That we don’t meet often
And conversations
Are now crisp and to the point

Tell me -does it matter?
As long we share a chemistry…
…though different in our heads
As long as we are more
In touch with ourselves
With or without
What another feels!!!

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5 Comments:

At 1:49 PM GMT+5:30 , Blogger tinkertoon said...

beautifully penned... !!

the fragrance your verse produces reminded me of Wislawa Szymborska's poetry... and i went about re-reading those again...

 
At 2:35 PM GMT+5:30 , Blogger shikha said...

Tinker...thanks...am honoured:)

 
At 11:07 AM GMT+5:30 , Blogger Unknown said...

Mujhe Ishtahaar si lagthi hain
Yeh Mohabbatain ki kahaaniyaan
Jo kaha nahin wo suna karo
Jo suna nahin woh kaha karo

Bashir Badr


Hi Shikha

Nice blog esp. uer poetry.

Keep writing....

:-)

zaki

zaki.duckie@gmail.com
http://o3.indiatimes.com/RoseColouredGlasses

 
At 6:59 PM GMT+5:30 , Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Sometimes, we're safer with ourselves. Beautifully written!!

 
At 9:57 PM GMT+5:30 , Blogger Shantanu said...

Very nicely expressed! Loved it.

 

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