May 20, 2009

A gift to remember



O my love dear !
I would gift you
A plain white parchment .
As plain as infant smile !
Not a speck of an ink-spoil !

You will look into my eyes . 
Inquiring . 
Curious.
I would say thus ,

This paper was meant for a poem
On the essence of my love
quite a concentrated one . 
I plunged into thought 
What do I write ?

Your sugar smiles 
And sunshine eyes
And the short flat nose
Unveiled as art in my mind .

Words ... words 
and more of them
in search of a poem
flashed ; went ;
And went and flashed !

This paper played many a trick
Leaving me awe-struck !
Is it the love ?
Or is it you , my love ?
I could only wonder . 

The parchment seemed to possess
the absolute essence. 
Not a spot left for a dot. 
What more do I write ?
Its filled . 

You will listen
You will smile
Your dream sugarsmile
As sweet as infant smile . 

O come on dear
what else have you done 
so far ?:-)



p.s. this was originally penned in tamil and translated. 

4 comments:

a said...

i would love to see the tamil version. the idea, as usual is just great.

aswin jayaraman said...

it seems an obvious translation da.Creativity to the fore as usual

Anand said...

luv dis.. Dat 2 in d end....Gud work na...

A STAR IN THE SKY said...

even i like to see the tamil version of this lovely poem... my friend...

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