Meloncholy (1894)
Edvard Munch
There was a time when there was no room for silence.
Words poured one after another in a frenzy.
Now, do you sense like me
That they are dwindling?
Slowing down.
And leaving gaps.
Filled mostly with sighs.
Not all sad
But not all happy?
Soo crisp and succinct ... WORDLESS!
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ReplyDeleteI stopped reading and writing poetry because it made me sad, really sad. I wasn't the happy kind and poetry was all I knew, meloncholy was all I saw - hopeless without any escape, as if that's all life has to offer, and then when I started to leave things behind and look for new things, everything changed and in retrospect it all seems to be just one small trivial aspect of life that I wish I never bothered that much to think about, it wasn't worth it - only now it seems.
ReplyDeleteI wrote all of it above 'cause when I read your writings, I remember all of it as if being there once again and what I like about your poems is not just the poems but more the character who writes it, which is for real and not in fiction, and who doesn't write it for the sake of writing it.
I didn’t know you studied at Xaviers ! :) I am working on a complete fictional novel based on IIT Bombay and there are stories of different colleges like xaviers/Sophia/nift in the plot. Can you help me with that ? You are already a writer, that’s too much luck for me, let me know if you could have some time :) here's my email: aayush.rajj@gmail.com.
And I really meant it when I asked you if you ever thought of writing some novel. 'Knot' and 'A monsoon memory' tells alot of your story-telling talent. It wasn't out of kindness. :)