Skip to main content

Across the miles (post 23)


My post for today is a poem I wrote for Conde Nast traveller


**************************
If there were no borders
No visas or passports 
And if countries were not 
Guarded like forts 

If distances were traversed 
As easily as thoughts
If life wasn’t a mass of

 Tangled up knots 

If unravelling a thread
 Didn’t lead to mayhem
If there was only us
And if there was no them 


If I was free as a bird
And at will I could fly
Then no force would stop me

 In your arms I would lie 

Or if I could teleport at will
 I’d turn up every day
We would talk face to face 

You would ask me to stay 

Instead I count the days 
Till I see you again
Each moment that ticks by

 Brings a fresh wave of pain 

We promise each other
That we will meet soon
We exchange countless texts

 And gaze at the same moon 

Across thousand of miles 
With each other we converse 
The laments we bury
The desires we nurse. 


And yet above all,
Two hearts thud in unison 

In secret they opine
I am already yours
You are already mine 


        **************© 2017 Preeti Shenoy

 

For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission.

© 2014 Preeti Shenoy
 

For more poems click here. Some poems have already appeared in print. Kindly do not reproduce without permission. - See more at: http://blog.preetishenoy.com/2014/08/do-i-tell-you-poem-blog-marathon-day-7.html#sthash.IopfCRtF.dpuf

Comments

  1. Great thought !
    I too yearn for a worl without man made boundaries.

    It made me remember the hindi song which I often hum
    "Panchi Nadiyaan Pawan ke jhonke
    Inhe sarhad na koi roke "

    ReplyDelete
  2. Read this first thing in the morning,beautifully written :-)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Beautifully written :) Your poem resonated with me at so many levels

    ReplyDelete
  4. Just brilliant. Human thoughts traversing with the speed of light. But barriers whether in the form of borders which are man made or limitations of nature on which human has no control.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Wonderfully written mam...

    ReplyDelete
  6. Such a lovely poem ma'am. :-)

    ReplyDelete
  7. Read this over and over again. It's so lovely!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Reminds me of beautiful song; Pankh Hote To Ud Aati Re... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwI01TWbkfA

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Thanks for stopping by. I really appreciate your leaving a comment! Okay--I appreciate your leaving a comment if you have something nice to say ;-)


Popular posts from this blog

Five rules I broke which changed the way I think

There are several rules that society imposes on Indian women (and men too.). Some of these rules are so  accepted, that nobody questions them. It is how we were raised. It is a part of our culture. It is just how we are.
I have always been a person who questions things. Even as a child, I was constantly questioning why things had to be the way they are. My mother, a strict disciplinarian would not encourage it, and there was no way out, other than just obeying whatever rules she laid down. In retrospect, it helped instill a sense of discipline in me.

In contrast, with my father, I could question everything. There was nothing which was taboo or forbidden. At the age of nine or perhaps ten,  encouraged by my father, I had read books like  'I'm OK, you're OK' by Thomas A Harris, and we would discuss things and analyse our conversation in terms discussed in the book. (transactional analysis)

My father did not believe in following anything blindly. He encouraged me to thin…

How I wrote eleven books: A true story of a very personal journey.

It was on this day twelve years ago that my father passed away. There was no warning, no illness, no ailments--nothing. He was alive one moment, chatting and talking to my mother. He had walked 5 kms , his usual  distance, that morning. He had meetings lined up for next day. He was to visit me in Pune, a week later. Instead he leaned back in his chair, while watching TV, closed his eyes and died.

The death changed my perception about everything. It altered forever the way I looked at life. It affected all parts of my being--my health, my daily routine, my philosophy, my core belief system. My father was my strength and my rock. I used to talk to him every day. My day was not complete, unless I had a discussion with him on the phone. He had a curious mind, and we used to talk about everything  in the universe. When he died, a part of me died with him.

 I had started this blog In October 2006,  forty five days after his death. I did not think about what I was doing or how long I would …

The Rule Breakers by Preeti Shenoy, Out in stores now! Also let's meet in these cities! :)

Yesterday, my eleventh book The Rule Breakers went out into the world!

It was a proud and a happy day :)






I had an interview at Red FM, and in the video above, you can see me, along with RJ Zeishah, and she loved the book. It was wonderful discussing the book with her.

The book is out in bookstores now.



So, you don't have to wait anymore, if you wish to read it :)

The story is a COMPLEX one. It begins very simply and easily. It is the story of Veda.
But after she gets married (at 19) to a guy chosen by her parents, and shifts to Pune from Joshimath, new people enter her life.  The timid, shy Veda must now carve her own path.

Here are a few characters from the book:



Follow Veda's story, as she goes through life, and find out for yourself, who the REAL rule-breakers  are in this book!

Get it from your local bookstore or order online and pay cash on deliver:  http://preeti.io/trb


Folks in Pune and Ahmedabad, I am coming to your city! Folks in Ahmedabad--it is a closed event on 20…