Tuesday 9 February 2016

Different Worlds

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The empty chair

The hardened ball point pen

The diary sighing over the white pages left

Rows of eager books on the shelves

The bone-china cup with a smiling Mickey

The brocaded salwar-suit

The Kolapuri sandal

            And

The neighborhood birds

Miss her

 

Stoic rock

Sits on the Atrayee* bank

Unmoved

 

*A river in our hometown

 

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Inanimate And The Non-Human


22 comments:

  1. We remember hoping they too still think of us; sadly there is no sign.

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  2. This is very moving, Sumana! So many reminders. I can just feel my eyes moving from one to another, missing her with each glance. And then the rock at the end - a stark difference, well-placed!

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  3. This is beautiful Sumana... everything about it...

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  4. Very sad....these objects reminding you of her...a hard road for the one left behind.

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  5. all those things remember! especially like the ending and the immovable rock

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  6. Such a beautiful and heartfelt poem :D :D Especially love the images of "the brocaded salwar-suit and the Kolapuri sandal."


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  7. Oh Sumana, I can see those objects missing her. And her mother, looking at them and missing her too. Sigh.

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  8. I imagine that my diary will be sighing when I leave this world... (thanks for that image!)

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  9. Reading this poem, one can feel the longing for a love one, who has moved away, or has moved on, to another plane. Thank you, for sharing these images that remind you, of her.

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  10. This is lovely Sumana. So sad to see everything missing her. My heart is with you.

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  11. This is so touching. Beautifully delicate. Loved the poem :)

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  12. Sumana,

    All those personal reminders to keep memories in your heart. It's not easy trying to find love and warmth from these objects, but nevertheless, they are a part of the contact.
    Blessing to you always,
    Eileen

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  13. another sad one. I can so relate to this one. It makes me think of my grandfather. taken too soon back then. always will remember and love him. thanks Sumana.

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  14. I think it was the birds that hit me in this poignant poem Sumana - yes..she is missed by them i am sure..along with many - gentle thoughts to you

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  15. Stoic rock
    Sits on the Atrayee* bank
    Unmoved

    It takes quite some efforts to get someone to react and adopt a different kind of posture when like a rock they had made up their minds

    Hank

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  16. This caught my attention especially...I love the idea of, " diary sighing over the white pages" beautiful write. Thank you, for the challenge. :)

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  17. And so the inanimate carry the history of what brought them there. Yes. And we are not rocks, but feel the pain. My favorite line: diary sighing --I can see the page filled lying over the pages unfilled, book closed, ballpoint pen hardened ...

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  18. You infused meaning into the small treasures that one collects! BeautifulQ

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  19. All those things touched, caressed leaving a faint whisper behind we just have to listen don't we?
    This is such a lovely poem of remembering.

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  20. This is heart-breakingly moving, Sumana. The sense of loss is immense and the only way that one can survive the loss is to turn into rock... Stoicism the only recourse and hope for survival for the survivors.

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