Sometimes

buhat zaberdast..n thats the true word that

Sometimes the world seems so small

You could trap it in a seed.

gr8 amir ansari...u wrote nicely..

Hasan sahab: no, I`m not doing a rotation in surgery. But yes, the drudgery is comparable. ;-) Thank you for your kind words.

Dr. Ansari -- sorry for -- ``Weeks pass before you notice`` -- as usual great poem --

btw are you doing rotation in surgery?.....:-)

Aamir:
Apologies if I ended up baiting you for an explanation. For one who steadfastly believes that words, at least creative words, speak for themselves, it was just one of those silly moments. Blame it on jetlag :)

PS: But the fact that you are the one person on Chowk who contributes only poetry, there is the occasional thought that perhaps an interesting dialogue could be had. Without entering or prying into the ``personal sadness``.

Be well,
F

mittar-jee: was going to say that the canary ruse was only a pigment of my imagination until friend Subroto here went ahead and painted a whole, rather wicked, poem out of it. :o)

Subroto: hilarious! thank you . . . by the way you owe me some more stories! (Winnie, if you`re reading this. . .)

Sometime my pet canary seems so small

When perched next to the neighbouring kawwa

Weeks pass before you notice

That you stopped feeding it seeds

Hungry, silently, it’s tasted the sunlight

Into its rumbling tummy, and now dances

Drunk in the great cage above.

And sometimes, it’s all we can do

To keep reading between the lines

As we frantically make sense of the poem

Off the pages strewn across the ground,

The jagged edges of broken paper cutters

Cutting sharp slits into the soul.


This for the benefit of those who wondered what the connection between the canary and the kawwa was. Enjoy the poem folks don`t dissect it. But seriously dactar babu loved this one and especially the last line (which you notice have not been mutilated in my silly take).

I liked the first two lines and then I started scratching my head to see what the poem was about. Now you say that it is because your canary ran away with your neighbourhood kawwa. Could you please explain the link to a poetically challenged person?

Harpreet: yaara, now that I understand, I`m not just a little embarassed. Really glad you like my work. Thank you.

bharatvaasi, bug, semipreciousme, Sobia: thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.

Farzana: the poem was written during a period of personal sadness. How you choose to read it, though, and what you gain from it, are entirely dependent on you. I just hope it`s good enough to reflect a variety of metaphors, and some insight.

Zeeshan: actually, you`re close. it was about my pet canary running away with the neighbourhood kawwa.

#17 by zeeshanmahmud

surely no one compels you to read poetry if you hate it so much... let those who enjoy and appreciate it do so... there is no need to insult either the author or his readers...

good one, aamir :-)

...depressing but at the same time uplifting...great stuff as usual, aamir...

People...

This is why I hate poetry. A silly ode to old underpants can be interpreted as an attack on molvis or a eulogy to a stray dog. A guy writes about his pained toes and everyone else has laughably different things to say about it.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.

Aamir: I let the poem speak, now I want you to... this is izzat ka sawaal. And what is this about some toaster blowing in your face? Aakhir iss marz ki dawaa kya hai? Or is it that after reading poems people start hallucinating about the poet`s state of mind? You lucky bloke.

I think his toaster blew up in his face in the morning which is why he wrote it.

nice one,but the world which seems so small SOMETIMES is perhaps only at times,one of the`The jagged edges of broken memory,Cutting sharp slits into the soul.`,otherwise its too LARGE tht it fits all the malicious frivolities.

san

Aamir

Nothing has greater merit than your poems mate.

In my convoluted way I was trying to say that your work is natural and contained and is seamless...it is the product of a true poetic sensibility, unlike a lot of poetry you read, which seems stilted and forced.

They are perfect in their weighting and gravity.

The first line of this one is tremendous.

{{Sometimes the world seems so small

You could trap it in a seed.}}

-h-