Making of "Suicide" and "Dreams in a Matchbox"

Last week will go into my book of memories. Yet another time, I created something satisfying to me. I never thought I could write poem on a given theme and time. Always felt it flows in your feel. But to my surprise, I was able to write the two poems on the themes "Change" and "Childhood". I never expected I would even qualify for next round. No modesty here. This is due to the fact that there cannot be any measuring gauge for literature and also I started writing based on Rabindranath Tagore's lines, "..those who is not productive in other fields, can at least produce literature".

Coming back to the discussion, the first theme given to us for the poetry was "Childhood". Also we were told not to google for poems. I decided to write a very simple poem by recycling some of my earlier verses. And this is not any plagiarism. This is my own work. There came Sath and told me to include a central idea in the poem and gave one. Child Labour. I could easily relate my town. Started working on it and came up with what is called "Dreams in a Matchbox". Looked good. I read few of the others' poems. They were good and some of their lines and thoughts were terrific.

To my surprise, I got through and went to the finals. Here, we were given one hour time and a theme, "Change". I could not think of anything. Was blank for the first 40 minutes. I tried to write something on love (which was easy) and then call it 'my first change in my life'. What a stinking thought !! (WTF) At last, thought of the weather outside, then about the Bangalore city, then about the dry weather, then about the change in the weather of the city, then about the theme Change, then about the sub-theme 'Climate Change'. Phew, got a theme finally. But when it came to describing the earlier climate in Bangalore, I chose to recycle my earlier verses and stay green :D

This yielded the poem "Suicide". I wholeheartedly liked this piece of my work than the earlier one. I got the first prize. Several people appreciated the poem. I was happy only until when I came to know that 22 April is Earth Day which I did not know when I wrote it. Shame! I didn't regret for I am just committing a suicide. (Read the poem posted to understand this)

The other work which took the hell out of me and was equally satisfactory was the tourist promotion for Somalia. I am OK with the entire work of ours. But I know I just did not meet the internal standards I set for myself. Long way to go.

Bye for now. Have some Most Important Moments of Life to catch by.

- the most blessed are those who encounter the toughest times... because, God thought you are the strongest to handle these toughest...

Suicide

Visvanathan Balasaravanan

Moist gale. Hissing drizzle. Shy trees.
The garden hugged me into itself.

‘Those maiden city bus rides.
Images that trespass through my window…
Wet tree trunk. Fresh road signs.
Drenched leaves, that make the sky green.
Mobile chat outlets. Chatters on mobile.
Family crammed in an umbrella.
Attached lovers on motorcycles.
And the girl in the window of the other bus.’
Those pluvial scenes, I felt.

Enough of the past, that didn’t last.
Sun empires now.
Shrouding the flowers and leaves,
stood tall, the walls we made.
Mass burial, we walk over everyday.

The day is not so far.
When we will be buried and walked over.
Who said we killed the nature?
Just a Suicide, we are committing.


- the most blessed are those who encounter the toughest times... because, God thought you are the strongest to handle these toughest...

Dreams in a Matchbox

Visvanathan Balasaravanan

A time,
when life had only beginnings…
We met. Our eyes smiled.
I gave my kite; you gave your matchbox.

With time vaporing out, together, we played.
Dry glue covered our fingers; had different reasons.
I made kites, pasting it to a thread.
You made matchboxes, to buy your bread.

That naughty finger of mine,
locked into your bangles that shine,
pulled them out to break.
Broken bangles made your eyes brim.
You pushed me strongly, against my chest,
and ran crying, ‘Maa…’

Disappearing into the darkness,
you returned no more.
My heart whispered yours, “Sleep deep.
You have dreams to catch by.
In your life, only dreams to catch by. Bye”


- the most blessed are those who encounter the toughest times... because, God thought you are
the strongest to handle these toughest...

Say, it isn't to stay...

To
'Hope'

Visvanathan Balasaravanan

Years back, I remember
things are in place, usually.
Later I did realize,
happiness is only temporary.

Years passed.
Sober was I in academic;
'Stupid', cursed the teachers.
Years passed.
'Nerd', cursed my friends.
Later I did realize,
Intelligence is temporary.

Years passed.
Silence occupies me.
It comes in and stays in forever.
Sadness is the new state of the mind.
Sins I committed earlier,
made me commit more now.

Oh,
Years pass on.
Tell me this is temporary.

Future, I shall realize,
All these are temporary.
since,
life is only temporary.


- the most blessed are those who encounter the toughest times... because, God thought you are the strongest to handle these toughest...