Beautiful
You’re beautiful.
For reasons I can’t explain
I find my gaze pulled in the direction of you
Quite incomprehensibly,
I can’t think of a single intelligent thing to say
When you turn and smile at me
And wait for me to behave like a normal human and respond
But I can’t.
I’m lost in the wonder of your presence
Wondering what I find myself in
Wondering what my self is
Wondering why I’m light-headed
And remembering just in time,
Something I never had to learn
…how to breathe.
What an idiot I am!
I tell myself and give myself a little shake,
Resolving not to look at you more than I look at others
But exactly 47 seconds later, I find my gaze shifting
Just like that needle on my table did last week
Ah, so that’s what they mean by ‘magnetic personality’
Feeling momentarily brilliant and then stupid
For realising belatedly something every wordsmith should know.
I’m hot and bothered
And flustered and nervous
All words that flood my mind after you’ve passed from my sight
Reproaching me for forgetting them
And I protest, “I couldn’t remember a thing!”
While the words mock back, “We’re part of you, stupid!”
And all I have to say is,
I forgot who I was for a minute.
You’re that beautiful.
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~O~O~ I call myself a chronic thinker. A few centuries ago, I’d have been called a Thinker. Or burnt at stake for being a witch.
My degree is my passport to the world of respectability. I moonlight as a troubled poet, a warrior princess and a closet sorceress. I am all of these and yet none of them is all of me.
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June 24th, 2008 at 9:30 am
Simply Beautiful !!
June 24th, 2008 at 11:35 am
What was the needle on the table pointing at?
June 24th, 2008 at 12:49 pm
woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
the planet’s spinning again
June 24th, 2008 at 7:29 pm
nice
June 25th, 2008 at 6:33 am
very nice
Hari Kishores last blog post..Weekend trip to Chennai
June 25th, 2008 at 9:27 am
absolutely stunning!! i plan to use this poem to propose the girl i like…hope there is no copyright issue!
June 26th, 2008 at 7:05 am
hi again…i think u got it wrong there…wasnt plannin to pass it off as my own or nything..i cant write a poem if my life depended on it…and she knows this quite well..was just asking if its ok to use it…thts all..i will tell her abt ur blog..and i had shown some of ur stuff to her earlier once as well…srry if it came across as an attempt at plagiarism…
as for y no name and email, i dont use my real name and email online…thts all..nothing to do with any “mouse”
June 26th, 2008 at 7:09 am
oh and forgot to add, i wont be using it now…ur point it being creepy kinda says tht u wont be ok with it…with or without credit to u…bt nice poem nyways!
June 26th, 2008 at 7:42 am
@ Anon Y.Mouse: To the magnet at the back of my whiteboard cleaner.
@ Brewster’s Angle: It never stopped.
@ Anonymous: Thank you for understanding. It’s just that I’ve had some messy issues with plagiarisers and their very-upset friends/girlfriends earlier so I’d rather be cautious. All the best to you.