Scream

Wednesday, January 28, 2009



Why can’t you see?
The wreck, that’s me
Waiting forever
For your love
Something surreal
That’s never to be

It hurts so bad
The pain that’s me
And I am tired
of false smiles
In front of you
Only thing that you can see

I wanna succumb to
The storm that’s me
And don’t even wish
to fix this pain
Soiled dreams
Broken myths

And I will burn it
Your shadow that‘s me
back to the truth
The harsh reality
Nothing is forever
Not even you and me


© 2009 by Chhaya. All rights reserved
PS: the image is googled

28 comments:

L. Venkata Subramaniam January 30, 2009 at 2:56 PM  

You come back after a writers block and claim this is not a poem?

This looks like a poem to me :)

The ending "Nothing is forever Not even you and me"

doesnt seem to agree with the tone of the poem...they never seemed together in the first place?

Chhaya January 30, 2009 at 3:21 PM  

@ Venkata

the whole compilation is about the broken illusion. they were never meant for each other, but the realization came late. sometimes the myth of a perfect pair is too tempting and leads us to do stupid things, like thinking that we really know someone.... does it make sense now? :)

Rachana January 31, 2009 at 11:51 PM  

Long time but worth the wait :)

For some reason I have been finding it difficult to access your blog, hope it is temporary.

L. Venkata Subramaniam February 2, 2009 at 3:00 PM  

well I let it resonate in my head for a couple of days. Still the last line "Nothing is forever" seems to suggest that it lasted for sometime. So are you suggesting that they were together however fleetingly?

Shea February 8, 2009 at 2:22 PM  

I like it.
Do you like Pearl Jam?
Alice in Chains?
Just wondering.

Shea February 8, 2009 at 3:34 PM  

strange, I checked the video and it works for me on there,
I don't know, I just had a feeling, and I like them a lot also

Zero,  February 9, 2009 at 8:05 AM  

Interesting wild thoughts. We do come across emotional storms some times in life. How ever a skill ful sailor is never made in smooth tides.
Lastly "Woh sikander hi dosto kehelata hai, haari baazi ko jeetna jise aata hai" What say? Best regards.

Chhaya February 9, 2009 at 9:25 AM  

@Venkat -

i don’t know if they were really "together" or not. maybe it was also an illusion that ended rather painfully. This poem deal with that aspect of love, when the "idea" of being loved by someone special is so tempting that you don’t see that it never actually happened :)

Chhaya February 9, 2009 at 9:26 AM  

@Zero - Wild, it is :D .. your comment gave me the title for the poem..

Maya February 9, 2009 at 9:32 AM  

nice,

liked the last 2 paras.

i guess all your poems are quiet negative, thou i like negativity but i think there should always be some kind of positivity in negativity.

anyway nice work

hoping to see a poem with a positive note next time.

Chhaya February 9, 2009 at 9:42 AM  

@Maya -
trust me, i have tried writing "happy" poems.. but i m really pathetic :D ... but promise to write something which is not completely pessimistic :)

Quackster February 10, 2009 at 5:22 AM  

The fire within shows well. It surely is a poem

Shea February 14, 2009 at 9:56 AM  

I hope you have a great valentines day

Chhaya February 16, 2009 at 11:37 PM  

@Siladitya!

obviously dude!!!

CarelessChap February 20, 2009 at 6:21 PM  

don't ever try to make ur work a 3-D Picture. trying to say too much ends up in explaining people what it really meant and that my dear friend is a waste. its worth is worth written...
great going...

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Rachana February 25, 2009 at 6:46 PM  

Hey Chhaya, you seemed to have disappeared yet again :)

Waiting for your the next update...

A Pilgrim February 26, 2009 at 10:56 PM  

why didnt i read it earlier?? maybe i wasnt supposed to....comment on it??
u know wat i wud say...illusions are not always surreal, nor are they real in a sense...Chhaya, u do justice to the pain..but, does it happen vice versa??
regards,
a pilgrim...

A Pilgrim February 26, 2009 at 10:57 PM  

why didnt i read it earlier?? maybe i wasnt supposed to....comment on it??
u know wat i wud say...illusions are not always surreal, nor are they real in a sense...Chhaya, u do justice to the pain..but, does it happen vice versa??
regards,
a pilgrim...

revolution March 20, 2009 at 6:23 PM  

hi cindy nice poem............take care

revolution March 20, 2009 at 6:25 PM  

hi cindy nice poem............take care

Rakshit March 23, 2009 at 9:20 AM  

Hey Chhaya, I never knew that you are such a good poet. Great work really. From now on I am going to closely follow your blog for sure.

:-)

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Brosreview June 26, 2009 at 1:10 PM  

The reason you do not see this as a poem is mainly because you've expressed yourself here, perhaps.

You simply let your feelings flow out here via words. Apparently, that is a secret formula to some good poetry. That should answer your dilemma.

Now, I like this post. It is appropriate in expressing your internal expressions. I like it because its rawness, its simplicity, its honesty.

Good job! Keep writing!!!

Chhaya June 26, 2009 at 1:50 PM  

@Brosreview -

am i that transparent??? lol .. i guess i was, in this poem.

My name means "Shadow" :)

Shea June 29, 2009 at 4:30 PM  

oh, you twisted my arm, chhaya,
Afghanistan. I'm on one of those involuntary vacations making the best of things. Beautiful mountains, etc

D.Dasgupta July 27, 2009 at 10:46 PM  

I read Scream several times and wondered why you don't call it a poem. In fact I didn't know a clear definition of a "poem".

It is depressing like many of your other work. I have often wondered why you have chosen "sorrow" as your subject matter in general. On the other hand, as far as this composition goes, I think there is also a desperation in the scream. A desperate desire to get out of illusions and face the reality.

When I look at it this way, I cannot help going back to my own problems in distinguishing between the real and the unreal. I am never sure what the distinction is.

I liked the post, but I felt very depressed. May be that proves you are a powerful writer.

DD

Chhaya July 28, 2009 at 7:38 AM  

@ Deep da- perhaps it was (the fact that i dont see it as a poem) bcz i wrote it like prose.. and then broke it in the form of a poem. I named it scream bcz the primary emotion behind the poem was that of anger.. mixed with sorrow... a kind of desperation, to be heard...

about me picking sorrow as my muse.. i guess its because i have never shared it with people in the real life.. its like a therapy, sharing it in the form of poems..

hope i made some sense :D

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