Ramya, one of my blogger friends who blogs
over at Chittrana, has tagged me for the Kreativ award. And it totally floors me when anyone does
that. Thank you, Ramya! I am so flattered and awed. I keep looking over my shoulder to check if
there’s anyone behind me, but nope, it’s me and my blog she’s waving at and
that just feels so great. She has such a
passionate yet humorous voice, she deals with serious issues like gender
discrimination and the environment with such a light, fresh but sincere and thought-provoking touch
that it‘s just amazing.
The only problem is that most bloggers I
know are so far ahead of me on the blogging experience curve that they already have all
the awards, and even if they don’t have this particular one, I can’t get up
nerve enough to tag them. Their blogs are so technically perfect, let alone their writing skills, that I feel too awkward and clueless to leave a comment sometimes. So I am just
going to complete the task she has set me for the time being.
I.
solitaire games
alone in the top branch
of the afternoon
poets, people, give them
names
of flowers: here a daisy,
there an amaranth
and right over there? may be
a cardoon
and you my love, a complex
hybrid
sometimes poppy, sometimes
orchid
the seeds of addiction held
close
within your petals
you unaffected, me the
addict
but when the shadows
of your shoots are still
after the breeze is through
ruffling tendrils
they are enigmatic, and I
can’t tell
their exact shapes, I don’t
know
what I should call you.
II.
don’t look now
don’t look for sense
in everything
trickling top down
wild-eyed, wide-open,
intense
meanings
This is all that we leave
behind –
you and I - lost nuances of
voices, the hard rinds
of existence, an old daisy
chain
dried up discards
shut faces in doorways that
resigned
fingers open and inside
there are just boxes,
marbles, a few
pressed flowers, a bit of
outdated fabric
too pretty to throw away
too frayed to use, pickled
tamarind of acid
sweetness, smooth glass
jars, the cook long gone.
And all preserves are
exhausted soon
just the scraped out jars
remain.
Now it only remains to devise a technique
to pass on the award. Which is for me to
ask you, if you are reading this and know someone who should be tagged, then
please leave me a comment with the relevant links here, and it will be
my pleasure to do the needful.
