Tuesday, July 21, 2009

GARBAGE

Here, hold my heart,
I’m much better off
Without this throbbing pain,
Without this need to love and to feel,
To laugh and to bleed.

Here, take my heart;
I’m much better off
In a static scorching summer
Sans emotion and all;
The colourful spring
Of blossom and birdsong,
Leads but to a melancholy autumn
Of smiles turning yellow and brown,
And falling off my life
With hardly a sound-
Like the tears from my eyes,
And ending in a frozen winter
Of perennial pain.

Here, hold my heart,
Please take it and leave,
And just dump it
In the nearest trash bin
You find, thank you.

18 comments:

Surya said...

Pranam!

Its too much......

Beyond the said and unsaid....

engulfing flames out of the unknown zones and sources....

Should not have scribbled so....

Then how can be there the Everest?

I wont say thank you also.....

Because you thrown all of the readers in to the same thrash bin- made our life and the Time "safe and secured"......

You should not have done so, we can forgive, but never can you forgive to yourself!

NOBODY CAN TAKE IT WITHOUT KNWOING WHAT IS IT.

Surya said...

I felt bad on what I wrote....

Sorry......

Here, hold my heart,
Please TAKE it and leave,
And just dump it
In the nearest trash bin
You find, thank you.

I meant that TAKE, that the known soul only can take it..nobody else can....

Shravan | ശ്രവണ്‍ said...

oh girl.. that was well penned.. and i liked it.. loved it.

With hardly a sound-
Like the tears from my eyes,
And ending in a frozen winter
Of perennial pain.

:) too good :)


off comment : anything to do with word verification? and this post will be rolled in mine :)

Shravan | ശ്രവണ്‍ said...

jinju, me takin a priv for granted.

@ Surya : the first comment, isnt that the liberty of the author decide his themes? and good that u left the second comment :D now chunk and cheers [i am not offending you]

slow processor said...

Jinju..
well done.
loved the way u have given words to it..

geetz said...

The colourful spring
Of blossom and birdsong,
Leads but to a melancholy autumn
Of smiles turning yellow and brown,
And falling off my life
With hardly a sound-
Like the tears from my eyes,

ooo nice.....

Surya said...

@: Mr.Shravan, I apologize profusely......Yes, you are right.

Jinju said...

@ surya: hi! first of all, let me thank u for following my blog :)

but i am afraid i seriously do not understand what it is in my poem that has offended u so much... Because it was definitely not intended to hurt or offend ANYONE.

Though i do feel, like any other writer, extremely happy and blessed if my readers are able to relate to what i have written, i wish to clarify here that the 'you' in d poems is in no way YOU the reader(i mean, not u, d particular person; itz nthng personally addressed to u, nthng against u or anyone else);it's to be taken in a general sense, in tune with the mood and tone and nature of the poem, just as the 'i' need not always be ME.

The poet has the freedom and the privilege to take on any persona, real or imaginary, as poets have been doing since time immemorial. Only dat d feelings should be genuine, whether they r of a real or imagined person, so dat d readers too can share in d feeling expressed.

I believe this is a universally understood and implicitly accepted fact and dats y i never thot of explicitly stating dis. but ur comment calls for dis explanation n so here it is. hope i have been able to clear ur misunderstanding if any :)

Jinju said...

@ shravan: thanx,my dear buddy, for the appreciation and encouragement and support as always :)

Jinju said...

@ slow processor: thank u so much for the visit n d kind words. do keep dropping in... :)

Jinju said...

@geetz: oye gal!dat was a surprise visit! luv u...n thnx :)

Surya said...

My another and fresh apology to you, for my unforgivable mistakes.

I wrote a comment just after the reading of your poem… which made thunders at the bottom and the lightning compelled my eyelids shut, made me blind and wrote so and so.
Forgive me.

I admired that work as a masterpiece that’s why I asked you, then how can even the Everest exist… I also commented that it will throw all the readers in to some depths where a bottom never can be left.

It wont be worthy defining now, as its too late that whether I was with my head or heart as I only know head is above the neck and heart just below the neck!

It wont be meaningful clarifying now regarding the general awareness towards the privy and liberty of a writer as I don’t know what I should know.

Still you be with the right perceptive as replayed before that this apology should be taken in to the right context as it never have a rhythm of ironic sense.

As it so happened that I was new to the blog revolution , just happened on July 10, 2009. My inexperience made others finding tough times with my comments… I have to correct as I found that I “misplaced” and “mistook” lot of primary lessons from the planes of celebrated common platforms.

Forgive me.

What a writer do?

Whether he/she is idealizing the real?
Or
Realizing the ideal?

What he/she see, with ?

Whether with out looks?
Or
With vision?

What a writer should be?

Whether he/she be with objective?
Or
With subjective?



Why he/she writes?

Whether to reconfirm her/his own face in front of the mirror of transparency of the beyond?
Or
Whether to confirm her/his own face in front of the mirror of available decorated transparency of the beneath?

I am at my knees, beg pardon for the comments I made which made you aware of the essentiality of an urgent call towards the clarifications regarding the Issness of a writer and the same stood at the right platform with the expanded 3 dimension related realities of the scheme of things which blessed my time worthwhile.
Thank you!

Now being the creator of these whole damages above stated, I wont be able to invite you to the blogs of mine, still I should not hide my hidden ambition towards the un achievable. What to do, I am born with the un affordable contradictions of head and the heart!

It went too long as the life of people like me!
Again,
I am conscious of my recognition-here at this particular point of time-imposed on me by myself-never a defends to any un born offence-but beg-begging pardon for the sake of my own sleep-my selfishness-towards my sleep-towards my existence-towards my happiness-towards my trumpets-towards my future-towards my own name!

Forgive me,
I am at the shameless knees of mine!
I apologized!

Shravan | ശ്രവണ്‍ said...

@ surya for #7
thats was so nice of u :) cheers now !

indu said...

hi there jinju!! surprise!!! yup. BEAUTIFUL poem. i can soooooo relate to it. its the same feeling all over again..y do i always feel, my heart's speaking wen i read the lines penned down by yours... ."of smiles turning yellow and brown".. well, i've written something like this too.love you dear.hats off baby, hats off.. just love you...

Shravan | ശ്രവണ്‍ said...

you are tagged here :
http://quillinginblood.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-day-to-remember.html

Shravan | ശ്രവണ്‍ said...

oh hi there :) nice template there :) good job :) looks so perfect n professional :D cheers

Jinju said...

@surya: oye, pls dnt dnt mk it sound like u hv committed sme unforgivable crime!!! itz okkkkk...seriously...m fine...thnx 4 d feedback. hope u wil keep visiting...

@indu: Thank u soooo mch darling...luv ya... :)

Jinju said...

@shravee: :) :)