...and then

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

From my diary

It's the sun that worries me, seduces me with its heat
Like you do with your promises that we can do anything.
I believe you just as I believe summer will come 
And kill the crocuses I have planted for you.

My knees are stretched taut, the skin on them shiny
As I sit with my legs tucked under me
Looking for rain in the wind-herded clouds.

I watch a green arm of the Meenachil
That flows so close to where my summer memories stay
And it reminds me that I have made promises to you

That I may never keep. 
I am that sung-about woman who takes
As if it is her right.
Men will give me anything, I need only ask;
Including their hearts, which I'd rather not take.
I wasn't called butter fingers for nothing, growing up.

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11 Comments:

Anonymous Revs said...

Loved loved loved the last couple of lines :)

7:31 pm  
Blogger Suburban said...

What a Sexy, gorgeous, raw entry. I know the feeling, I think. Love you.

8:20 pm  
Blogger SunnySmile said...

Lovely! And yes, very tongue-in-cheek

7:37 am  
Blogger Anne Kurian said...

Edgy post. I like... Love the last few lines.

11:35 am  
Anonymous Roxana said...

Beautiful. I love it when the poetry makes me want to keep coming back - I keep coming back.

6:50 pm  
Blogger le embrouille blogueur said...

Hmmm ... I think I got most of it and from the restricted gray of the matter ... I liked what I understood. Need to re-read to try to get some more of the "read between the line" effect.Sorry :(

3:24 pm  
Anonymous Gopikaa Ramanan said...

"Men will give me anything, I need only ask;
Including their hearts, which I'd rather not take."
- You just exactly said what men's hearts are and what women's minds are! A lovely poem! Cheers :)

7:06 pm  
Blogger Jyothi said...

It feels raw, as if it gushed out of you without having to rethink or rewrite a single word. Beautiful!

And that mention of Meenachil has me hurtling down the memory lane...feeling homesick now!

11:05 am  
Blogger The Restless Quill said...

Revs : :) Thank you sweets.

Suburban : You of all people should know. This could easily be written for someone like you :) Love you tons! Muah

Sunny Smile : You know, I had to tag it 'tongue-in-cheek' or it really would be missed. And that would start off a chain of explanations that I didn't want to engage in.

Anne Kurian : Thanks, Anne :) Good to see you on the blog.

Roxana : And I love readers like you :) Good to see you back. Where have you been?

LEB : Nothing to be sorry about. I am just glad you took time to read it and think about it. Besides, poetry is like art, religion or underwear -- deeply personal. However you understood it, that is exactly the right way of understanding it :)

Gopikaa Ramanan : Welcome to the blog Gopikaa. So glad you liked it.

Jyothi : You know, I barely lived anywhere there long enough to be as attached as I am but I adore that river. Such a lot going on around it. Welcome to the blog :)

10:54 am  
Blogger The Ketchup Girl said...

In 2001 we knew each other briefly. I picture u with Bangles, an occasional saree, bindi, dreamy, a fiery woman with a big wide smile. Then u left suddenly. And then wham u come back again, here, leaving me addicted to your writing. My husband's travelling and i'm not one bit sleepy. this is a treasure trove for my night time reading. fun. And i bet, u can't guess who i am and how i got here. :D

3:59 pm  
Blogger The Restless Quill said...

The Ketchup Girl: Welcome to the blog! Thank you for the lovely things you say, and the lovely memory you have of who I was :). I am glad you find my writing compelling :D Do let me know how you like the stuff that you read. And you're right -- I can only place you as someone from Madras -- either from my work in Student Concepts or from my hostel! I took a look at your picture and honestly don't know who you are. And I never forget a face. Hmmm. How you got here -- I am thinking through twitter only. Otherwise no other way to know who I am.

11:18 am  

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