Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Letting go...





I left... came home... my legs gave way.

I thought of you.

I sat... I breathed... my heart raced.

I thought of you.

I picked up the phone... dialed your number... hung up.

I thought of you.

I closed my eyes.

I thought of you.

Blissful sleep.

I thought of you.

I awoke.

I thought of you.

I cried.

I thought of you.

The sun shone.

I thought of you.

It rained.

I thought of you.

I ran... to be rid of the thought of you.

I stood still... so I would not think of you.

I hid within myself... but Alas!

I thought of you.

I look... and I see your eyes.

I breathe... and I smell your fragrance.

I talk... and I hear your voice.

I walk... and I feel your presence.

I close my eyes... and I feel your touch.

Such a torment, for ever after... to think of you.

I thought of you...


(Written by me)

(Photo by me. Location: Half Moon Bay CA at sunrise...)

(The photo is blurred because it was taken from a moving car, but I love that aspect of it. The past and present blend into one for a moment, as where we have just been... merges with where we are now... and time is fozen still. Sort of like the moment when I wrote this poem.)

3 comments:

Calm Cool said...

hi shahnaz
its such an amazing poem... i must say u hav a very good command on poetry.
the pic n de poem both r interrelated and expressing my feelings tooo
its so deep, so in, so captivating
i really like that
its realy nice :-)

Anonymous said...

Can't be rid

It’s the heat in my eyes
It’s the bloody bobbing cork
That never swims and never sinks.
When you don’t see it for a while
And think you are rid
It bobs back
with all the force
of latent dormancy

Is this a bloody poem or
My high school physics talking!
I swear!
I am one #@$#ed up wannabe!

All I am saying is that
I see it – I face it – can’t do nothing
Keeps changing from heat to ache
to defiance to reprieve
but always
bobbing throbbing mobbing me.

I can’t be rid.

ooznak said...

Beautifully written. Impressive.