Thursday, June 19, 2008

Eyes

I saw the eyes...
eyes where dreams walked once..
eyes which sparkled with curiosity

an empty stare, a stretched hand
rugged and callous, a blank face
she walks from car to car, with opened up palms
her bro tugging her skirt

the man in the car averted his glaze,
the mademoiselle kept petting her dog insider her air-conditioned car
the lovers on bike continued their talk
and the average Joe on his bike
didn’t even bother to acknowledge her existence

the signal changed to green,
and the cab driver hooted his horn impatiently
she moved slowly to the sidewalk
her face saying a polite sorry for her existence
and she stared to emptiness
her eyes, cemetery of her dreams...

36 comments:

Preeti said...

Cemetry of her dreams... :(

Beautiful...I just don't know what else to say...Mellow nbut beautiful...

Mocha said...

I like state ur in. Masterpieces coming after a long time. It moved me

Sach said...

Phew! I too wrote my last post on eyes but never thought there could be such a w'ful description about the eyes...
Very b'fully written...

Priya said...

A passer by who live in dreams at that moment.

Ria said...

Thts really very well written! :)

ceedy said...

This is well written.....makes me ponder...

black coffee said...

wow!
thats poetry of a very different kind!

its been long since i got here.. i am making myself scarce now cos am all busy with my college! :(

so lovely to see this.. the EXPERT hand! :)

singlewheatfemale said...

the play on the emotions of the eyes is beyond intense... beautiful!!
i bow down to u man.. ths is something...
keep up the good word...
cheers!!

Red Phoenix said...

makes clear that u aint lazy anymore ;)

Cuckoo said...

The moment I read this, I wanted to comment but you know how busy I am. :-)

Very beautifully written. I will have to learn from you.

Prats said...

That was beautiful.
And yes you do actually see their sorry while they move away...you've captured that very well in your words

Macadamia The Nut said...

"her eyes, cemetery of her dreams"
What a beautiful line Wolfie!!
Reminds me of the song Just Another Day In Paradise.

Tys on Ice said...

i have seen her....iam so glad u did too...

Smokin Joe said...

Ahan.. was it a try to poetically portray the movie traffic signal! ;-) but it was good.. though i somehow can never see them in the same light as u did in this!

Shruti said...

This gave me goosebumps! So much for a beggar.. :|
wow!

♪♪HARINI♪♪ said...

hey amazing..really...
n cemetry of her dreams was brilliant..
this was one of ur bests.. loved it
n my blogs updated..ur tagged..
n it waitin for ur comments on 3posts :P

runaway kirik said...

wow touching...

ceedy said...

I read this poem on Friday and it kept resonating for the whole weekend....

it really has some very powerful message....

Suma said...

sad isn't it....?

vey well written...

K.C. said...

I could see her from beginning to the end.. Felt so sorry for her all the way through. How she was ignored....

The last line.. brilliance.. Kayce

Joy said...

Very well written. Its a sad state of affairs. Did you know that the kids in bombay who work on streets have a union. This union, head by a 14 and 15 year olds help them manage the money the earn.

usha said...

'her eyes, cemetery of her dreams...'
- beautifully written.

but on the contrary, have you ever experienced giving them some money and having this strange feeling that you were being fooled emotionally?

Adi Crazy said...

Touching. Makes me wonder when exactly I turned so indifferent towards such eyes...I used to feel the pain once, long back,. But today I am a changed person.

Another point of view on this is...
I pass the same 4 traffic lights everyday form office to home, and since the past one year I have seen the same faces and same eyes with the same expression. This makes me freak out and Wonder if they really are sad? Due to an NGO project I did in college, I know for sure that they collect money everyday and spend it all at once at night on cheap alcohol - men and women alike. I guess this is why I ave turned such a stone and miss the real pain in eyes.

Good post pal!

Gazal said...

her eyes, cemetery of her dreams...

xh ...expert hand at poetry...

kyun pet par laat mar rahee ho ji

Ps said...

Good one--the dog inside the air conditioned car drew a powerful contrast.

yaeecks veens is here said...

good one... Mr... keep writing :)

AaYuShI said...

Beautiful poetry,mate.
I'm new to your blog.and the very first post was awesome! :)

Do be a guest my online abode soon!

gunj said...

wow...neat poem!

Aคyushι said...

Btw,are you Meghna's cousin?

Meghna said...

I agree with preeti! Lovely nad so mesmerizing....BB u write great poems...teach me too na...

BTW, sorry for visiting so late....The net conn. here is poor and breaks down again and again these days :P

@aayu....he is my blogger brother dear....
@BBro-tld her to visit this great blog too...she is a classmate :P

Ashu said...

masterpiece!!!!

Meghna said...

Hey...bro...not done...long time no see....missing you ...itreh busy aano???

rantravereflect/ jane said...

:(
Found tat really sad, actually young girls who beg on the dtreet always make me sad.. oh what melancholy :(
beautifully-worded..
sooo what were ya doin at the signal??

singlewheatfemale said...

S.O.S.!!!
er... pardon moi if i sound technically blind.. but er... can u help me with something.. um... i cant seem to get the list of favourite blogs( such as yours) as links on my page!
HELP!

Preetilata【ツ】 said...

i am bk to blogging aftr a long time n this poem has made my coming bk so wonderful... loved this poem from d core of my heart..its n awesome piece of poetry... m looking to more poems from u..kp writting

tk cr
:):):)

vishvsambyal said...

cemetry of her dreams..that line s touching!