Has poetry taught you anything

 

"Has poetry taught you anything?"

"A pal loved my love poem 'The Story of Swapna'. Got #immersed in it. He wanted to be Swapna."

"Sweet."

"Then, I showed it to Swapna. She yawned." 

"Cruel."

"Yes, it's cruel to realise one can't trust people who love your poetry."

#vss365

For the sake of completeness, this is the last part of that old love pome 'The Story of Swapna'.

Yes, the one that will make you yawn. 🙃

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/his-story-epilogue-to-her-1991.html

What will you remember when a life ends

 

#vss365

What will you remember

When a life ends

After the guests are gone

With stories of valiant deeds

Nice false notes that #linger

Till the dishes are washed wiped

Will you dream

With another’s face

With memories

Suitably mummified

Best not to know

What you will remember.

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembrances.html

erased

 

How can I forget 6/6/'26?

Last day I saw my reflection in a mirror. The day I lost my shadow.

It's hardly comforting everyone's facing the same predicament.

Ghosts and live ones interchangeable.

AI overdose. #Betrayal of the Gods. The old headlines about the erased.

#vss365

from 'Oddity IV'

 

A canvas for the mind – that be life –

No marred margin mourned and gilded edge shorn;

Labour be so, too – through joy or strife –

By whim or #intent it’s coloured, shaded or torn.

#vss365

from

https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/10/oddity-iv.html

from 'Virgin Territory'

 

We used to play volleyball and badminton. The rivalry was #feral at times. 

Was it because I thought she deserved better than her lover?

Was it because of the kiss?

Was it because I lied when she asked me, "Are you in love with me?"?

#vss365

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2020/02/virgin-territory.html

barren

 

I have forgotten 

How to save a #barren life.

Blank stare at sunset. 

#vss365

#haiku #senryu

We were so young then

 

I nearly cherished those moments, when friendship with its vagueness and #fleeting companionship seems comfortable.

Then, the past entered. I brought it up. Or, she did. 

"We were so young then," she said. "We have to talk about it. Get it off our chest."

Did I laugh?

#vss365

from

https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2012/02/dates.html

they don't even mention your name

 

"They don't even mention your #name," she said.

The invisible, even the homeless, aren't so. 

Life at the end of the spectrum of nothingness.

"Why do you love me then?" I said.

Two small black clouds never to be noticed,

Bid adieu to those who will remember the bright sky.

#vss365

Remembering Camilleri

 

It is so hot and depressing. 

That's supposed to be the excuse for posting non-fiction under #vss365. 

‘Actually, if one really thought about it, the television had been presenting the same news stories for years; the only things that changed were the #names: the #names of the towns in which the events were occurring and the #names of the people involved. But the substance was always the same.’

That's from Andrea Camilleri. Here's an old review/fan-drool of his Montalbano series:

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-think-you-are-old-read-this-or.html