let me reach out
and touch upon a word…
a word that lets you share
that which i feel
But fails to tell
how it scars the soul
why should you not know how it feels?
bitter tears shared have a sweetness all of their own…
and however Love may be praised
it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all.
A Selection of the background score to the movie “Azaghi” by Ilayaraja
2012
Where does the weary wind go?
it seeps into the hearts
of the woed….
there it rustles
and stirs
up the tendrils
of hope.
it blinds the eyes
that see no future.
it breathes life
into the lives
that desire
no being.
its fingers trace
upon a teary face
the long forgotten
caresses
of a loved one
lost in waiting.
the past comes back
in the most unexpected ways
what you never wanted to forget
fades without notice
what you never wanted to remember again
catches you completely unaware
and at times
what you thought was forgotten
was just waiting for its
chance to be remembered…
in absence
a shimmery shadow looms
its plight quite never forgotten
its lived life rounded out and shaded in
the torn memories meshed and overlapped
and for a loss of better words
of all that could never be captured
i am left without the key
that once opened
another life
the only way that you could know more than
all that i have captured from fleeting visions
from memories that do not belong to me
is to catch me falling within the ticking reality
and make them flawfully fated
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deja vus warned of familiarity
of letting conscious control leave
lived and seen through unmisted eyes
themselves dreamy bittersweet blinks
no one must know
but you and i and our moments
a solemn soul
sits upon the sands
tracing her slender spine
a tenderly once kissed neckline
smooth curves appear upon
sun-soaked granules
teasing out the features
that he thought lost
but fingers deftly recreate
upon a canvas grainy-fine
the ocean rushes to erase
the moment of recognition
i must find myself..
within the very mazes,
of your past tense.
whatever was remembered ago.
i must find myself…
where i did exist
where i wondered and whispered:
think of me.
i am no stranger.
i knew you.
is that not enough
to find where i never was
until now.
Darling, i see you face
like a burst of brilliance in the dark
flashing too bright
like a light bulb
before going out
Darling, your beautiful smile
minutely persists
like a streak of white smoke in the dark
a short-lived
glow-hazy flicker
of memory
whatever will i do
when all that remains
is a littered unlit place
spent matchsticks scattered
in the cavernous
confines of my mind?
the perfect moment
has passed
and whatever remains
is overlayed with yesteryear longing
i greedily consumed it all
the sea, the sky, the soft salty breeze
the sun was soaked in
the dark sand dug in
but all that remains now
is a fuzzy
static snapshot.
[stop]
so there we are
and here we are walking
yes yes i remember we were talking about the ships, the water, the scenery, oh my God i can’t believe he caught that!
[pause] [back] [back] [forward] [back] [pause]
there we are
and here we are
sometimes i remember what the voices once said
wait i believe he…
[pause] [back] [pause] [back]
there are
and here are
once i thought i knew what sounds were like
wait that him…
[stop]
there
here
i
he
[play]
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