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31 January, 2005

Siesta

What dreams are these
that puzzle so,
dreams that tease
and refuse to go…

What dreams that haunt
but shy from sense,
dreams that want
temporal tense…

What faces these
that flit like flies
through an hour’s ease,
and tantalise?

Some afternoon I’ll know
I’ve dreamt my last,
when this pageant will show
my place in its cast.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

This absolutely lovely my friend. I have missed reading you. -- Ph

31 January, 2005 04:33  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is absolutely lovely my friend. I have missed reading you. -- Ph

31 January, 2005 04:33  
Blogger Ami Titash said...

Beautiful. This is one of those rare exhibits of poetry that have both rhyme and depth in them. Very intelligent.

31 January, 2005 08:50  
Blogger Ami Titash said...

One more thing - just an observation. I realise on re-reading it...rather I feel, that it sounds a trifle incomplete after the third stanza. I mean, it suddenly changes track and comes to a sudden halt, just when the reader has gotten into the flow. Or, maybe I am one of those who always expect more of good things :)

31 January, 2005 08:54  
Blogger Abhinab said...

Good one but last para was bit confusing.

31 January, 2005 10:13  
Blogger Dan Husain said...

bhai sab confused hain yahan... raaz kholiye last paragraph ka :-)

31 January, 2005 15:47  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Dare I say
I know ??!!

loaded with restrained feeling thats been brought to a forced halt, perhaps thats what the last para is all about ??
Beautiful ! Thanks for sharing :)

31 January, 2005 19:19  
Blogger :..M..: said...

This is a lovely poem. I've only just gotten around to reading the work in Caferati, and your poetry does stand out. :)

02 February, 2005 14:07  
Blogger Anonymous Poet said...

This is wonderful! It captures having a lazy daydream so well. I love the opening line . .

What dreams are these
that puzzle so,
dreams that tease
and refuse to go . . .

That just captures it so well.

05 February, 2005 07:59  

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