Friday, August 21, 2009

Pitter Patter

I listen to the pitter patter of a silver rain

colouring the wan glass grey with strain
I feel the feeling of being headily drenched
and wake up to find, in a galss tomb i am trenched
With the whiffs and whaffs of crackers and tea
my wicked memory, restless, teases me
With a curl of my lips I watch them pass,
those wavy shadows of the greying glass
playing at being the thunderous waves of a silenced sea
a memoir of a bliss I can now only see
I try to remember, but fail
the potent taste of setting an unleashed sail
The wild cry of a free wind, so young
eludes me like some song I had once sung
I wonder why i am lying here like a vampire of light
interred by choice in this tomb of glass, fighting the flight
is this my fate?
to understand when its too late
the direction my life should have taken
to live in servitude of a glass, that can't be shaken

PS: I know most people would see this as a sad poem. But trust me, I was so happy to just be able to write something, that about wiped off everything else :)


ani_aset said...

It has come out very well..with a feeling of trapped soul who is stifled and also look forward to hope..i dont know if thats a happy situation to be in

ani_aset said...

Blogrolled you :)

desperado said...

Pitter Patter ... why does this word sound so familiar...maybe read it in a nursery rhyme or somewhere when i was very young ... pitter patter of rain huh :)

brilliant piece... can't be shaken but can be broken

humbl devil said...

i just know the feeling(s)..before and after...:)

umangexuberance said...

Hi! thanks for blogrolling me :)
no its not a happy situation to be in, but just being able to write something was a relief...for the last few months it had fel like i had totally lost my ability to write anything at all. This poem was a miracle in itself

umangexuberance said...

yes u might very wrll have read it in one of those nursery rhymes..but as they say, some of the most innocent rhymes can hide some of he most harrowing of truhs..even heard of the origin of the rhyme "ring-a-ring of roses"??

umangexuberance said...


i know that u do :)
how are u holding up these day?
havnt heard from you in a while..missing my friend :(

radiohead said...

Should or Should not .. stupid questions in the end .. what happens just happens .. not that anything else would have changed anything ..

The steps just move to where we want to go or where we are taken (either way) ..

The tomb is not for servitude I am sure .. its only a present emotion which shall die soon .. and who knows the open sea and the winds thereof would welcome you with arms wide open ..

Nikki said...

I don't see this is as a sad poem! Chalo at least you start writing again! good going!

Iggy said...

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And nice work :)

umangexuberance said...

ever the optimist ;)

umangexuberance said...

yeah it feels really good
lets see when I am hit by the inspiration bug again...

umangexuberance said...

thanks dudette
the award means a lot
tc :)

humbl devil said...

btw, i believe you have all my email ids...

umangexuberance said...

yes baby I have, but i havent been talking to anyone's been acting like an overstretched stomach upset
Will mail you asap

Blue Kite Dreamz said...

"I try to remember, but fail
the potent taste of setting an unleashed sail
The wild cry of a free wind, so young
eludes me like some song I had once sung" left speechless again...