Saturday, July 09, 2005

address lost

on a beautiful day smokeblackenedthesun. beyond the borders, shouts and cries; itssafeinside. the neighbour's screams ricochets of deaf walls. clothes,bonestissuesandtyre -burning pyres. later, silence. echoesundnightmares
indifferent sunshine over congealed blood.

30 comments:

transience said...

glad to see you back. this makes me think of london all over again and it makes me sad. we need to be reminded that we need to be there for each other to be whole again.

gulnaz said...

thanks trans, i just catched up with your posts and the one on london touched myheart. its really disgusting!!! there is only shame in such killings!
*middle finger* to those bastards and their likes.

gulnaz said...

trans*hugs*

Pallavi said...

SIGH !! HUGSSS to you

Anonymous said...

Great Gulnaaz.
You can feel the pains of others thousands of miles away. We are with them in this tragedy.

Question: Have you ever heard the sound of B52 bombers that have been dropping 6 / 7 TONS BOMBS somehwere on our beloved earth?

Peace to ALL...without discrimanation!

Peace !!

iamnasra said...

We humen tend to heart eachother. No creatures but us seem to harm destroy eachother...Shame on us

Misreflection said...

beyond understanding, these inhumane acts, sometimes beyond words too. Good to have you back..:)

Lorena said...

i'm glad you're back.
what a deep poem. it's sad, it's reality unfortunately.

Jamie Dawn said...

Reality hits hard sometimes.
Horrible, but true.

mermaid said...

"indifferent sunshine over congealed blood"

Gulnaz, I'm not sure if this was in reference to riots, or some other natural or created disaster. This last line left me cold, as if even Nature turned her back on peoplekind for their indifference to her and each other.

Will it ever stop? It's why my favorite Hindi movies are not the famous Bollywood ones about love, but about love for people. In particular, Pinjar and Mr. and Mrs Iyer.

mermaid said...

Oops, when you mentioned pyres, I realized this may also be in reference to the funeral pyre during cremation.

Bonatellis said...

welcome back ..

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Great to see you back, wonderful poem. I was suposed to be going to London this Friday. It's horrific all those shattered lives

DeeM said...

welcome back!
so much feeling is communicated in this.
the last line really leaves you with a punch to the gut.
thanks gulnaz... *hugs*

. : A : . said...

Welcome back!

This is definitely London. There is chaos in this piece that stands out.

venus said...

this is 9/11, kashmir, darfur, gaza strip, iraq or any recent blasts. hope, people get their sanity back..

btw, it's good to have you back :)

venus said...

hey, u changed your picture here>

gulnaz said...

Pallavi, hugs 2 u 2

Anon, thank you. all shit stinks irrespective of geography. peace. come by again. :)

nasra, maybe the shame if felt keenly enough willsave us.

missy, thanks baby! glad to have u back to. :)

Lo, thanks sweetie, will post the meme soon. reality sucks sometimes.

Jamie, absolutely!!

Mermaid, these things can happen anywhere, anytime but the pain is always the same. I absolutely loved Mrs and Mr Iyer and Pinjar was good too. there was love as in man and woman in these two too, love which grows and not sprounts suddnely after the heroine sashayes in, tossing her blow-dried tresses at the poor hero. :)

Bonatellis, thanks...

Sue, thank god you did not go!!! thanks and stay safe!

Deem, thanks and hugs to you too sweetie.

.:A:., thank U ;)
its the chaos in my head, i can never understand people and their reasons for murdering innoncent people, anywhere.

Venus, yes i really wish sanity would prevail but it doesnt seem so.

thanks and hope u like the new avatar. :)

Potted-flower said...

London all over again. *shivers*

finnegan said...

What saddens me most is that nearly every person murdered was once tenderly cared for by a mother. Sometimes bombs fall exactly then. I've nearly lost all hope for the human race. It seems we will forever be exercising on the killing machine.

Neel said...

Incredibly well written and moving. Nice to have you back.

gulnaz said...

P-f *hugs*

finnegan, yes...your comment makes me think of how mothers take care of us when we are these tiny creatures, not perfect, not strong, mere weak sucklings. we grow strong at her breast and its seems pointless, wrong that a life raised of another human's flesh should end like this, with a bomb...with someone's madness. it does seem pretty futile really.

Neel, thanks, am glad you think so.

Maverick said...

Hey , u definitely have that uncanny ability to put thru consiceness in abstractness...awesome is the word..n u bet i'll keep visiting, hope u will too :)

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I didn't really have a choice as the gig was prosponed becase of it had a really funny wheepy day after though strange really and my son normally far to cool for afection he said well you're not going and gave me a hug

gulnaz said...

Maverick, wow @ your comment, ;) thanks.

Sue, so glad you didnt go after all! what gig were you referring to there, btw?

beth said...

It's so good to discover your beautiful and sensitive blog! I'm glad you wrote and posted this again at my site.

small squirrel said...

glad to have you back. I share your thoughts... the murder of innocents anywhere is a tragedy that too often goes unnoticed... shit.. the world is in baaaaaaaaad shape. :(

gulnaz said...

beth thank you! I hope you visit again, i really liked yours!

small squirrel, yes it is crazy!!!

Patry Francis said...

You use space and its absence to amazing effect. I feel the confusion, the horror
in my gut after reading this.

Amazing.

gulnaz said...

Patry am honoured that you think so. :)