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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

31 December, 2004

An Observer's Woes

Reflective surfaces show her your faces,
Bright, sunny days, your frolicking shadows,
She inhabits with you, these massive spaces,
But she’s so rarely here, will she at least share your tomorrows?

You carve jack o’ lanterns and build a snowy Frosty,
You bake sugar cookies, giggling, dripping melted ice-cream,
Your faces lit in laughter, smeared with cotton candy,
Will she ever be in these memories, her heart wants to scream.

For lately she’s just an observer, the forgettable photographer,
Documenting a pleasant, Kodak chrome recollection,
A consummate and obsessive cataloger,
Seldom captured on film, completely oblivious to her own reflection.

Indulging her compulsions, on some restless quest,
Filling white, empty spaces with burdensome thoughts,
While precious unlived moments vanish unpossessed,
An unbearable disembodiment that may pass, though she doubts it.



Blogger Geetanjali said...

Refreshingly pretty and thought-provoking at the same time! I also liked the way you've achieved the transition in thought from light to dark...

31 December, 2004 10:45  
Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

Strength to strength, Prags! :)

31 December, 2004 10:57  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hello pragya: if you'd like to read some really good original poetry, check out the archives at

31 December, 2004 12:41  
Blogger Pragya said...

Thanks Geetanjali and James. Your words mean a lot to me.

Anon, I did check out the poetry archives as recommended. Thanks much, for leading me there. It was indeed a treasure trove!

01 January, 2005 11:48  
Blogger perspective said...

hi pragya, your poem made me realize what i am when i am photographing continuously... :)
nice write..

02 January, 2005 08:14  
Blogger Random Access said...

I know its out of context, but when I read the poem with my mom in my mind, whos quite far from me, it makes tht much more sense...Thanks!

03 January, 2005 21:58  
Blogger bikkuri-bako said...

gifted! you were born a storyteller.

11 January, 2005 11:05  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice poem Pragya.
Didnt know that one day this "bughead" will
get to see such excellent poetry from u.
Keep it up. send me your other creations to my mail.
Always, mamuthebug.

25 January, 2005 19:55  

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