Transference

It was love at first sight
She smiled at me
It was the perfect smile
The twinkle in her eyes
The slight tilt of her head
Her soothing perfume
The grace in her walk
The humor in her talk 
She can never be wrong
I am in love with her
I think she is God.

I hardly noticed her
She smiled at me
It was the average smile
The squint in her eyes
The occasional yawn
Her ordinary perfume
The shuffle in her walk
The hurry in her talk
She can never be perfect
I am in love with her
I know she is Human.

The duel

He lay there defeated,
On the wet grass,
His sword at his feet,
Breathing heavily,
Wounds bleeding afresh,
Head throbbing with pain.

He opened his eyes,
In the darkness of the night,
Shadows cast by the moon,
Behind the purple haze,
Stood his towering assailant,
With a smug look on his face.

Groaning in agony, he sat up,
Studied his victor close, and said,
'You are the same, aren't you?
Our swords have met before,
And I have fought my battles best,
Yet why is it that I never win?'

His stolid opponent smiled,
Sheathed his bloody sword,
Donned his coat and hat,
Turned to depart, but paused,
And said, 'Thanks for the invite,
See you next spring.'

The wait...

It was a cold night
with a silent breeze
He stood still
Oh will he freeze?

I bent down and
tried to reach
But those walls
I could not breach.

I stared at him
with my eyes wet
Do you have an answer yet?

Discovery

I didn't believe you existed, but they told me you did,

They showed me proof, 'twas was dark and difficult.

I probed and probed, but found only shadows,

That danced with mirth, or stood steady and cold.

I retreated to the dark, and shut myself in,

For I was tired of shadows, I was tired of deceit.

With not a hope and a heavy heart, I stared into the dark,

All of a sudden, with starry eyes, I saw you glow, soft and blue!

My heart swelled with joy, and eyes brimmed with tears,

At last, I had found you, in the darkest of realms!

I captured you clear, and set you deep in my heart,

Yet what the world can see is dark and difficult.

My shadow

I walked the walk of life,
With my shadow strolling by,
Oh! The splendid walk,
And all the mirth and the talk!

He followed me everywhere,
Often leading me to dare,
So close to me he'd stay,
"I'm all yours", he'd say!

We crossed the mighty hills,
With joyous shrieks and thrills,
We scaled the valleys steep,
And swam the oceans deep!

I wondered day and night,
What I'd do without his might?
"Oh", I said, "My shadow dear!
Will you not come a tad too near?"

"Your shadow I may be,
Yet a spirit stirring free,
I'll walk with you with pride,
But cannot rise by your side."

Saying thus he flew,
Or was it I who withdrew?
Leaving me to wonder,
Was it too grave a blunder?

I was deprived of my shadow,
But left richer by this halo,
'When you try to hold 'em closer,
E'en shadows don't last forever.'

And then....

I looked at the side bright,
There was my shadow in sight,
The one that I held so dear,
Was just a phantom mere!

:)

[Meme]: Untitled

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It is quite a privilege and very flattering indeed to be tagged to a wonderful meme, especially when you consider yourself to possess no talent whatsoever that is required to carry it forward! Borna tagged me to this meme on 'Untitled abstract poetry'. I am sure she is already getting a heart-attack seeing that I have actually done something about it! :P

The first and the last time I wrote a poem that I wasn't ashamed of publishing was when I was in my 6th standard. I wrote a small article titled, 'My best friend' and a poem whose title I don't remember. It certainly wasn't Untitled. :) I don't clearly remember what that poem was all about. I believe it had something to do with nature and trees and colors. I had amazed myself with that poem, I was rather proud of it. I submitted both the entries to my Class Teacher and she seemed very happy. But when the magazine came out, I saw that only my little write-up on my best friend was published and my poem wasn't! :( Sadly, I didn't even keep a copy of the poem for myself. I was very disappointed and consoled myself saying that the poem was probably too good for a 6th grader! :P I like to think that the teacher liked the poem so much that she stole it and gave it to her son when he came to the 6th grade! :D

Somehow that incident dealt a severe blow to my newfound interest and my just-about-budding confidence in poetizing and I never ventured into it again. Thank you Borna for tagging me, and thanks to the world of bloggers for propagating the meme, thus providing me with the opportunity to pick it up again! :)

Here goes my abstraction...

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As I stand by the lake,

Staring
Into the depths of the waters,
Beyond the horizon,
Wondering
What tempest or treat matters,
The spectral boundaries of the unexplored
Seem
Soo far away… 

As I peer into the scope,
Searching
The smallest of scintilla,
Connecting the dots,
Surmising
The theme - the unifying idea,
The secrets locked within those spots unseen
Seem
Soo far away...

As I strain every nerve,

Seeking

To fathom these very depths,

Or spare myself these questions,

Hoping

Therein the answer rests,

The knowledge of life's ways untold

Seems

Soo far away…

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  And needless to say,

When experiments fail day-after-day,

PhD

Seems

Soooooo faaaaaar away. :D

Sorry, I really couldn't help that last bit! :D

I would like to tag Srividya, Srinivas and Sanchit to carry this meme forward. Looking forward to reading your poems! :)