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A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Pawn Shop

I sold my umbrella for a profit.
It used to accompany me
To beautiful muddy roads.
It used to guard me from storms.
I used to call it brother.

I sold my library.
I will miss the rustle
The books inside used to make.
It used to walk too.
I used to call it teacher.

Tomorrow I will sell a thing.
The cotton sari it wears
Used to soak in all my worries.
It used to make delicious food.
I used to call it mother.

12 Comments:

Blogger Voice said...

so depressing...

and i think u intended this only
so i guess u score

8:15 pm  
Blogger nina said...

something ive had to read a couple of times over, because each part is quite thought provoking.. im not too sure what the implication was in the last part, but then again no one will ever understand a piece as well as its creator does huh? i also was thinking about the idea of selling, and what it implied in this context..when you talk about selling a thing and go on to say that you called it mother.. very, very interesting read..

11:08 pm  
Blogger tropical seagull said...

you mean being detached is reality?
or in the present tense where we live in nuclear families?
does mother refer to a person or articles which seem to garner respect from you only?

11:12 pm  
Blogger Archana said...

@Voice:
It is about a state of mind. It was not meant to depress you. Just the way sunrise is not meant to make anybody happy.

@Archana:
Was thinking of the triviality of everything. About how small a speck we are, and how smaller we get as we sail to the other edge of the universe. It used to make me sad that I won't take myself, the relations or anything, beyond death. (I do believe in re-births, but not the man-changing-to-dog kinds. About that later.) Now I just feel detached and prepared for leaving everything.

Be it my brother-like umbrella or a more tangible relation like that with an umbilical chord.

@Sharath:
Mother is mother.
And I did not imply nuclear families.
In nuclear families, one gets more estranged than detached. Everyone seeks more and gives less and just becomes miserable.

1:27 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i can prove u scientifically that sunrise make humans happy (generally).

~voice

2:20 pm  
Blogger Archana said...

But it was not made for making a band of self-indulgent beings called humans, happy. Sunrise is just there.

2:24 pm  
Blogger saurabh said...

very thoughtful!!!

12:27 pm  
Blogger Winnie the poohi said...

Thought provoking this indeed is..

5:17 pm  
Blogger dumka said...

very very thought provoking i will say. good work..

10:53 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

such a lovely way of weaving soul thoughts together:)
loony me:)

3:54 pm  
Blogger vimsical said...

Archana, i agree, it's not depressing, but yeah it does leaves one sad. the things that we leave behind while we move 'ahead' in our life.

6:07 pm  
Blogger Roshni said...

Archana,respect! Seriously!

4:39 pm  

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