my father is a born and brought up NRI. he spent most of his childhood in Bahrain and Riyadh, and his twenties in Bangalore. rumour has it that he was quite the wild one(although he has never showed that particular side to me and people who meet him now would never guess).
and my mother was brought up by my british educated grandmother, and she and her two brothers grew up with english music blaring in the house.
anyways the long and short of it is that both my parents are people who move with the world and they brought me up to be the same. Thank you, Mum and Dad!!! i would not be who i am today without you!
so right now let me introduce to u a part of my psych that only my closest friends knew about. welcome to my world of rhyme, and lost and found illusions of reality. my poetry.
my poems are my escape from all the things that bother me. it is my medium of release. it clears my mind and cleanses my soul of all negative things, which is why almost all my poems drip with depression.
but the one that i am posting today is slightly bittersweet. i wrote it at a time i thought that i had found a special person in my life. now this poem does not apply to that person. but i still think its one of my better works. its dated october 31, 2007; tuesday; 12:35 a.m
DEAR TO ME
What karma is it
That brought us together
didn't even notice it
But now I'm all a dither.
Because u noticed
And i dont know how to handle it
Because you seem to
Take my heart and dismantle it.
I'm so frustrated
With all that i can't say or do
There's not a half hour
My thoughts dont turn to you.
How can i keep it up
When u call me exceptional?
I'm so wrapped in you
I'm becoming disfunctonal.
But at the same time
You are my inspiration
I do what i have to
'Coz you give me the motivation.
I may not know what to believe
I dont know what is to be
But i do know how i feel-
That you are dear to me.
4 comments:
lol..i didnt know ANY of that about ur folks.. my bad, i spose..we've never exactly talked about that.
so...memories of nemo? wo..w.. beautiful.
anyways tc, i'll catch u online
aww sweet poem ann ! i have to confess i dint read it properly at first and shilpa tried to explain it later.. but yeah just rite now i understood it ! and i am no poet ! but, if a poem can sensibly and poetically explain what u want to impart , then u have indeed been succesful in writing a poem ! so good work ! and ur dad was a whatt ?? hehe kooool.. lol good work
wow....awesome poem ann...keep it up!
your dad lived in bangalore?? and now i know where your wild side comes from ahaha!!!
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