20 April 2010

7 after-thought(s):

Anandi said...

I read the poem moments after you posted it.
I re-read it. My favorite still is, 'lacquered dreams'. Probably because of the irony in it. Wouldn't lacquer make it more hardy or enduring like nail paint makes our brittle nails? But dreams are still just that. Dreams. Even wehen we exclaim that they've come true, it's an altered, tailored for reality version of the original.

still thinking said...

bhalo.khub shundor

Sujoy Bhattacharjee said...

Between each line there are myriad unsaid thoughts and the real delight lies, maybe, in their absence.
And the last lines are familiar, way too familiar.

modern exile said...

@Anandi:
"Dreams are still just that, dreams."

They exhibit a transient motion of exquisite well-being, something we do want to freeze or rather 'lacquered'. However, I think its their impermanence, improbability and sense of elusion that keeps us chasing them.
Imagine a life without...

In other words, I second your thought :)

modern exile said...

@still thinking:
Dhonnobad.

modern exile said...

@ Sujoy Bhattacharjee:
If someone can feel the presence of the 'absents', in spite of the deliberate ambiguity, well, that is commendable, indeed.

The 'subliminal' usually never hampers real delights.
Familiar!

SANDIPAN said...

honestly i find your prose much better than your poem(S)....(and this one stands for all your prose....they are so simple and well written without that academic flavor ..like left-overs of peace)....

u might well say that i dint understand this poem...and its true i dint