I am back from the unplanned hiatus with a good bye poem that I wrote under the influence of some wine. No rework no corrections and no improvisations. I just put those things that came to my imaginative mind and I came with a poem full of flaws but true to the last word. At the end of it I was wondering if wine can do what it has done to an amateur writer like me what not can it do to seasoned players, I mean the real poets and the lyricist. I guess it elevates their writing skills helping them churning out beautiful words after words right from their heart. So here it goes.
It’s titled ‘The girl who whistles just blew my mind away’
Date: 09/01/2011
Time: Somewhere between 2 and 3 am.
She is the only girl I know who can whistle
She is the one who blew my mind away
She is the one who captured my imagination
She is the one whose thoughts I fight against
She is the girl who whistles
She is the one whom I always tried to impress
She is the one who comes to my mind as the first thought of the day
She is the last thought too before I converge into my dreams
She is the one whom I would like to dream about
She is the girl who whistles
She is the one I desired to make her mine
She is the one I wanted to be a part of
She is the one I wanted my life to be measured with
She is the one I wanted to mother my children
She is the girl who whistles
She is the one I tried hard to convince
She is the one I always wanted to win over
She is the one I care about
She is the one for whom I dared to do anything
She is the girl who whistles
She is the one whom I love unconditionally
She is the one who never tried to see it
She is the one who never gave in
She is the one who never gave me a chance
She is the girl who whistles
She is the one I try to forget now
She is the one against whom I fail miserably
She is the one with whom I want to find my peace
She is the one I want to let go
She is the girl who whistles
She is the one I don’t want to disturb
She is the one I want to see happy
She is the one who deserves good things
She is the one who doesn’t want me
She is the girl who whistles
She is the girl who can whistle
She is the girl who blew my mind away
She is the girl who is far away
She is the one….
She is the girl who whistles
Wonderful outcome though I do not buy the argument that a little bit of wine adds to one's poetical skill.The poem in some places left my eyes moist.I wish the girl who whistles will have a change of heart and soon whistle at you.
ReplyDeletePlease be regular and come up with one post atleast every week.
The girl who whistles is like the unicorn. We can wish to see it someday but that someday never exists ;) Now you have sown the seeds for next poem.
ReplyDeleteOne every week is going to be a huge ask from me though i shall slowly pace up to reach there thaatha. Thanks for the encouragement.
Very nice one :)who might be that lucky girl ?!
ReplyDelete@Aarthi...Like I told earlier the girl is like Santa Claus. Its wonderful to think that she exists but in reality.
ReplyDeleteGood one Avin!!
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