Saturday, November 21, 2009


Pennies and strings
and a button or two,
maybe a picture
perhaps of you.

Little lost treasures
I was carrying
in a pocket,
all these years.

Some gathered
to capture that,
which could not be
held in constancy.

A few things
to remind us,
that the past
can breathe life
into the present.

All of which
will be thrown out
with the trash tomorrow.

Except the letter.
That, would have to be burned.


mgeek said...


Sugar Magnolia said...

Hmm, This is Phase I. Phase II is easier, much.

Niti said...

:) says a lot

soin said...

yay first time i understood every single word typed..anyways as long as ur not stupid to have a half burnt letter and a partially burnt finger..or worse some ashes in a small ceramic box..i have seen some people do stuff like

soin said...

and this is named after the opeth song??coz the poem and the song mood are so in

Sherry Wasandi said...

@ mgeek: Closure is quite the opposite. The end of pain.

@ Sugar Magnolia: I'm sure it is. :)

Sherry Wasandi said...

@ Niti: Fiction. Anticipatory perhaps, but fiction nevertheless.

Yet, it does.

@ soin: No. I have a lot of experience in burning and breaking things. I'm sure I can manage a tiny piece of paper. I haven't heard the song, so no. I don't like Opeth much.

Leonardo said...

I feel tempted to say that you have a thing for the theatrical. (There, I said it!)I hope you don't take it the wrong way.

Sherry Wasandi said...

Of course I do!

In fact, I think that most things in life are underplayed. Hence the ennui that breeds in such profusion. I seek greater effect from every cause.

Anty said...

And it's that exact flair for dramatical sweeps and theatrical pennings that makes you so addictive.

After Closure, comes a certain overrated serenity. I look forward to a post on that. :)

Kirra Serra said...

Sniff. Bawl! I need a shoulder, somebody!

Sherry Wasandi said...

@ Anty: Addictive. I like!
I usually wish for apocalypse though.

Not like there's a god up there listening. Bleh.

@ Kirra Serra: Me too! And a shotgun to boot, perhaps.

Anushka said...

This was good. Very good.

soin said...

ah listen.. this song is as non-opethish as it can get..guess you will like

noThiNG but "fiCUs" said...

Is that what happens to all the stuff? I have wondered for years where it ended up.

Misanthropist said...

Sometimes the past breathes life into the present.
That was profound and an observation not many could make.

And I completely agree that some things in life are underplayed.

Absolutely Normal Chaos said...

With your permission, I'd like to send this to someone. With due credit, of course :)

Sherry Wasandi said...

@Anushka : True. Practice makes one sappier.
In more of a steely way. Which is good.

@soin : In that case, I'll check it out. Thanks for the recommendation.

Sherry Wasandi said...

@noThiNG but "fiCUs" : Good to see that you haven't abandoned the blogosphere entirely.

@Misanthropist : It could. Sadly, very few give it the chance it deserves. :)

Sherry Wasandi said...

@Absolutely Normal Chaos: You have my permission.
Also, I hope your intent meets effect.

Glad you dropped by.

Tangled up in blue... said...

This feels like a darker version of Mera Kucch Saamaan..have you heard that song?

Diwakar Sinha said...

very likable...found it quite interesting..cheers!

Sherry Wasandi said...

@ Tangled up in blue: Yes I have. Though I wonder if there were any objecticidal tendencies involved. :)

@ Diwakar Sinha: Thanks.

Tangled up in blue... said...

Well, unless you consider burying stuff objecticidal, no. ;)