Ajita, wow... The sanest Lucknavi lady on the www, a thinker (she's got the neurons guys!!) and someone I still haven't figured out... !! This girl isn't the one next door...and yeah, she likes F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Shelley. A prism for a smile and a spirit... ok !! read on!
"This poem is a narration of a poet’s journey and the forms of ‘thirst’ that a man experiences. Man by the law of society gives up his interests and chooses the ‘RIGHT’ path that is in favour of the ‘Need of The Hour’. As time passes he starts looking for various reasons to feel that he chose the right path, he did the right thing. ‘The Blue Lamp’ is a description of these mixed emotions and thoughts that this warrior [who was once our poet…] experiences on his way back from a battle. All that he knows is that his horse has fought a lot of battles and he has been on the right path until the time he finds himself ‘thirsty’, after one of his battles… in this dusty desert…. That looks familiar…. "
--Shinjini Singh
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Author's intro:
I always thought that I could write well. It was a personal opinion, as there never was an audience. And then, there came a day when this guy [who has been very familiar for no familiar reason] gave me a title and a background to write on… At first, I found it stupid, really… and then I realized how interesting it can be to find out that a lamp [which happens to be blue in colour] which that guy had just seen at a friends place, could help me gather so many thoughts that were always there but were craving to be expressed…
This poem is dedicated to:
Megaware Technologies, for giving me a computer and no work during internship, due to which I had enough time gather and put my thoughts
Ehsan, for the title and background…
Sushma, for giving the most honest review …'I loved it… but I did not understand it!’
‘The Blue Lamp’ talks about a man’s journey in time… It is as imaginative as it is practical.
Virginity, I believe, is a state of mind and I have always agreed with Kipling for putting it so simply
‘We have only virginity to lose,
And where we lose it, there our hearts will be!!’
-Ajita Mishra
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The Blue Lamp
Down a lonely desert,
Speeding on a horse,
With the dust trying to touch the sky,
Yearning…. For an Oasis
A Reflection… A Thought…
Blue Reflection.. Or Blue Thought?
Pensive… Realization…. The Reflection brought the thought,
But my horse had many a battles fought…
Distraction… concentrated weapon of thought
Understanding… the Mother of Confusion…
Tells me all this is just a fusion,
But my horse had many a battles fought…
Attraction… Desire… Madness…
The clutter of past was somewhere lost
Oh!!! How much can a reflection cost?
But my horse had many a battles fought.
The force was with a feeling fraught…
In which my soul was caged when caught…
This is the land of lost content
This is where a poet once was lost…
This is where he made his camp,
The guy, the thoughts and the Blue Lamp….
Oasis, sure, it seemed to be…
His thirst was quenched as he as free…
The place, the Lamp…. Didn’t seem so new…
The Lamp was always kind of Blue…
Oh ask me not how the war was won…
As my horse…. Had many a battles lost…
