all that I left with you

drops, a photograph by Totomai Martinez

I left a losing thing in the shadow
of leaves of the lone standing teak,
it was a pond of reminiscence that
snatched it from me, that losing
thing, now submerged, lost from me.

an ant answered the call when I
arrived at the wooden frame prop-
-ed as entry way to your soul, and
I knocked a repeated knock, but
there was no opening, no close.

will you return that what I left?
can you walk on the ice of my hand,
which pulsates like venom in cold?
I neither expect nor prod, I am
a hermit walking by and from you.

I remind all of me that still is with
you, so to ask you to return to
me that drops I left, that smile I
left in the lightness of your arms,
return to me that tempest of my eyes.

return back to me all I left, or not,
I’ll be asleep in the end, and aware
of all that I have left in this valley
nuzzling the horizon, rearing the
river of a memory(me) in its womb.

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I began to write keeping some other image in mind, but my muse took me somewhere else. After scrutinizing carefully through the wondrous collection of Totomai Martinez, I came across this photograph.

May be, the muse responded to the song I was humming a few minutes back. It is one of my favorites; it is in Hindi but English subtitles are added in this video:

And I ended up watching the entire movie. 😉

For dverse Poetics.

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21 thoughts on “all that I left with you

  1. wow amnol….quite evocative….so much lost in the losing of them…i like the humility of asking them to return it….especially the tempest of the eyes…that raging life…..

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  2. “can you walk on the ice of my hand,
    which pulsates like venom in cold?”

    Oh, wow! Can she? She must return what she cannot return …by poem’s end, the warmth must be found in the speaker’s self or he be left 8in the valley. I like that the video refers to the moon in the photo. I like the ant in your poem.

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  3. A very ardent kind of writing you produced here, HA… Every lines are felt deep down my skin & bones… you really conjured the right emotions needed to touch your audience beyond physical form… wonderful!

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  4. A haunting piece here Anmol. And I get it 🙂 The song is actually talking to me along with the poetry.
    “nuzzling the horizon, rearing the
    river of a memory(me) in its womb” – wonderful!

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  5. There is an aching in your words..a longing for reciprocation. The first stanza sets the mood and you did not disappoint the reader as your images are strong throughout each stanza. Beautifully painful..

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