My Photo
Name:
Location: Mumbai, India

Truth.Lies.Poetry.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Hope

I want to
press against you
into pages of
a book.
Maybe then
you’ll see me slip
to the floor in pretty
patterns
when you open

that chapter
again. Someday.

16 Comments:

Anonymous Tangent said...

Actually

I find those little ad-lets/cards/and other stuff falling out of a book,a major irritant and trash them.
It is an irritating reminder that they are there.

But..a pretty thing falling out...hmm..maybe I'll cherish and smile.

Nice thought Kaaju.

12:47 AM  
Blogger balihai said...

flattened out?
;-D


neat.

1:44 AM  
Blogger Nessa said...

*Sigh* Simply marvellous! You make the wait worth the while ('coz I stop by almost every single day to keep myself posted on your posts :-) You are incredible... 'Hope' beyond hope, and memories.. This poem actually brought back some bittersweet memories.. in pretty patterns :-) Thank you, KK

9:52 AM  
Anonymous abe said...

bloody hell!

this one really got me.

hopeful despair? depairing hope?

very nice.

9:14 AM  
Blogger kaaju katli said...

Thank you :)all.

Tangent - Was thinking more in the lines of pressed flowers, not cards or inserts ;-)

10:13 AM  
Blogger kaaju katli said...

Tangent - meant more 'along' the lines of...

10:22 AM  
Blogger Heretic said...

So many layers! Loved the thought of being a cherished memory (even if as a dried flower) tucked away into a favorite book. Superb. :-)

11:04 AM  
Blogger Dan Husain said...

Wow! This is like words waltzing. Good job Kaaju Kaatli! :-))

11:43 AM  
Blogger Vanathi said...

Good one...

12:00 PM  
Blogger Meera said...

azhagu...

2:35 PM  
Blogger david raphael israel said...

I want to
recollect you
from the pages of
a screen.
Maybe then
I'll see you skip
on the ceiling in
prismatic glints
when I open
that laptop
again. Somenight.

/ / /
[mere ghostly tribute;
but the sense of the pressed
flower in the book
impresses itself as image
more deeply]
The sound-play of "book"
and "slip" and then
"patterns" and "chapter"
lend an underlying feeling
of form behind the flow.
(Draws me back happily
to days when I wrote poems
with these line-lengths
you employ so deftly in
finding the words.)

awaiting more flowers
pressed or fresh
d.i.

1:23 AM  
Anonymous shyam said...

If I'd got this poem as an ad-let, I would have treasured it forever! :) Lovely!

7:07 PM  
Blogger Parul Gahlot said...

Beautiful lines..I like this one

12:55 PM  
Blogger None said...

am afraid abe already said it, but i'm going to say it, BLOODY HELL, man, how do you do it?!!
its like you have a thousand buds in your head.
this bloom, pressed as it is, is so beautiful! :)

6:54 PM  
Anonymous abe said...

katli

isn't it time we could hope for more?

12:10 AM  
Blogger The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

lovely one! but where's my shoe poem? :(

6:53 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.