Friday, 18 May 2007


Jachchole... 15 already, and I've just started being. Got everything I wanted too. Sunflowers, emeralds, blackforest cake. White, lots of it. It even rained in the afternoon, just the right kind of rain. And when we came outside the dust had started to hiss away into the air, the buildings were sharp to see and there was that smell of hot wetness around. I was only one day older than the fourteen-year-old I had been on 15th May, 2007. I don't dare be too presumptuous about my wisdom already. I like my little corner just fine, thank you.

We set sail together one clear April day
To where the green water's a sweet-salty brine,
In a rocky old dinghy; oh what a beginning
With gay sun and high tide and sparkling white wine.

And all that we had was a blue parasol,
An old silver hubcap our mirror to be,
His dog, called Socrates; we know where the bait is,
And Cuban cigars that we'll throw to the sea.

We picked up the line and we let loose the song,
Slid on the wide rocks that stood wetly bare.
So wade in the shallows; the ripples will follow
Below the sharp lightning in clean summer air.

Then back through the silk waves we pleated again,
In darkness and lightness, the chasing began.
With proud breath and wild brow, oh what do you see now?
A ragged-bright lady, a gray-eyed young man.


njaan said...

i like the poem and the post. the poem very much.

shalmi said...

thank you very much.. apparently the computer inspires more in me than my fountain pen.

joyeeta dey said...

one five na five zero...its hard to tell ...

shalmi said...

arre! do i talk like a buri or something now... and joyee why cant i see your blog??

joyeeta dey said...

Its joey .and ure a nitwit thats on the my name .. or on this link

shalmi said...

achha fine, hoyeche.... but clicking on your name doesn't work btw...

Tygr Tygr Burning Bright said...

so this is where the journey starts. well. ronen and shalom! (its hebrew, look it up)

blinknmiss said...

ronen: song, or joy
shalom: peace, hello or goodbye


it's been a year already... and i still like this poem better than almost any others i've written.

and seems like i'm not the only one with a fine-tooth comb...

Ravindra Merthi said...

this piece of literature is hard to comprehend to me:(