November 1997 Poems


These are the poems published in nostalgic November.


 A little bit of nostalgia for the week: Oct 27 - Nov 2, 1997
 

                        A smile . . .

                        for a rainy day.  for a long stroll along
                    the winding roads. for an idea. for companionship --
                    an affirmation of individual being.

                        for an eternity of moments. a cup of coffee --
                    black  with no sugar. a movie. a splash of water
                    in the swimming pool. a click of a camera.

                        for an infinity of thoughts. happiness is.
                    love is. security is. home is. a friend is.

                        Happiness is the essence of a smile. U.P. is
                    happiness.



 More nostalgia for the week: Nov 3-9, 1997
 
 

                        It's so sad . . .
 

                        Today is the last day of classes.
 

                        The day is fine -- blue, blue sky and white clouds
                    and golden sunshine. Heightens this feeling of nostalgic
                    regret at having to leave a tiny universe I love -- the
                    universe where I practically grew up in. eight and a half
                    years -- all the happiness and the realizations and the
                    consequent heartaches.
 

                        It's like leaving home . . .
 
 



One of the very first poems I have written, for the week Nov 10-16, 1997
 

                                        There you go again.

                                        Thinking.

                                        Stop.

                                        Stop Thinking.

                                        Just for a day

                                        or for an hour

                                        or for a minute

                                        Just for a single moment.
 

                                        But

                                        I am a man

                                       Therefore

                                       I think.


For the week: Nov 17-23, 1997
 

                                        I wish

                                        I were a child

                                        or a bird

                                        or an ant
 

                                        Then . . .

                                        I will be free

                                        not to think

                                        Simply

                                        to be happy.
 



For the week: Nov 24-30, 1997
 

                                        who am i ?

                                        what am i ?

                                        why do i have to think ?

                                        why do i have to be ?
 
 

                                        questions.

                                        unanswered questions.

                                        unanswerable questions.


It is very interesting to observe how invariant with respect to time these are. I'm amazed myself.
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