Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Nasreen

In between the black silk covers,
I could see her eyes.
Her sleeves refusing to reveal
More than her petal-white fingers...
And what fair fingers they were !
A gold ring shone on her slender fourth finger,
Surrounding it like a chastity belt,
Maybe for some lover
Or maybe for herself alone.

Her feet were covered
In pretty closed-shoes.
Did her soft toes
Have the same shapely nails?
I could dream her hair -
Silk like her covers;
And her perfect being appeared in my mind...
I imagined Nasreen
As innocence reincarnated.

But then you spoke !
Your asking for the ticket
Breaking the vision like a common ailment !
I had not created a voice for you yet.
My dream lost to reality.
Not sweet, nor rusted,
Your earthly notes hit the air.
You were still fair
But suddenly you disappeared in the crowd !

8 comments:

Jadis said...

in one word, okay, two words: MAMA ghyaama!!!!
Loved it!!! :D ...especially when i knew your Muse. ;)

Souvik said...

khasha

ananya chatterjee said...

it is so freaking difficult to ryt frm a man's perspective
jatah toh

debAlina MiTiL C. said...

...the name in itself is an enigma, the way u describe her...mysteriously charming :)

debAlina MiTiL C. said...

...the name in itself is an enigma, the way u describe her...mysteriously charming :)

Torsa said...

this is a wonderful attempt.. enjoyed reading it, the gradual revelation and then the dissolution of the illusion.. good work :)

Indrajit Dutta said...

Good stuff man good stuff.Think very many people can relate to the poem.

Riya Das said...

thnx all :)