A Poem by Nothing Personal

Dedicated to our very own -- "Serah Jha". Forgive me for my poetic liberties and inadequacies. This was long due, Serah..Here it goes.


Eyes, a thin line of seven day old mascara persists.
Eyes, which haven't slept for days and months.
Eyes, which are glued to a glass screen.
Which is not an actual glass screen
But a screen with possibilities, hope
Breeding hope, imbibing hope
Instilling hope and reinvigorating hope.

She writes on a small desk
And sits on a wooden chair
Wobbly in its third leg
So that you can fold a parchment beneath it
To make it steady.
Not that she needs ,
Written parchments to be steady.

A cup of half filled tea,
A lamp with a fluorescent glow.
A lamp which has no off switch,
Someone forgot to put it there.
A yellow lizard crawls on the ceiling and observes her
Between the flies, it devours for breakfast and lunch.
"Tick. Tick. Tick", it says.
The old wall clock agrees.

The sun is shy.
He hasn't met her for months now,
But the sun keeps an eye on her door.
When she would finally come out,
He would put a brave face and meet her.
Tell her he missed her and why it rained so heavily
In the last six months.

Words, they seek her every day,
So she writes.
But she is not a writer.
She is a connoisseur of ideas mostly white
Which floats as clouds in your sky.
Hers too.

Her words sometimes wails and scathes,
Against fortresses of disbelief,
Hate and mistrust,
Judgments and Dogmas.
"Kafir", they call her
But she,
She says nothing,
She does nothing,
She paints the walls inside her room
With yellow, ochre and blue
And spreads words.

She messes us up with infectious hope
An alive spirit, Ceaseless.
Her Kalashnikov fires words
And only words.
Words like bullets that pierce my soul
and surgeons can't do a thing.
It also rips apart those others
Whose merry and tonic is elsewhere
In restless drains of garbage and sewage water.

Her words leaves pages and gets blown away
And settles as fine sands unto rivers
Meandering through uncompromising lands
Incising deep valleys and Etching archetypes.
Revisit them on drier times
As a tourist.
Watch the carvings, intricate meshes, framework.
Appreciate, when it is shallow and sly.

Now she is busy,
Making a garden inside her room.
She sows seeds, waters plants and smells soils everyday
African Daisy, California Poppy , Chinese Houses
Desert Marigold, Evening Primrose and Forget Me Not
Iceland Poppy, Indian Blanket, Mexican Hat
New England Aster, Siberian Blueflower and Texas Blue bonnet.
All her flowers are wild and needs full sun to grow.
But when they do
They will grow through her ceilings and narrow walls
Break them apart
And face the sun
And she will meet him again.

The sun would look at her sulky, beautiful face
And sigh.
Rainfall will cease in India, a little while from then on
You can finally enjoy a sunny winter.

© Nothing Personal. January 02, 2011.

© 2011 Nothing Personal

Author's Note

Nothing Personal
Though the poem was conceived by my imagination, it is partly based on my discourses with Serah, whom I got to know through this platform. This poem is for her, and for all people out there who even in their darkest of hours and deepest of troubles instills and inspires hopes and ideas to us , especially to idiots like me.

I don't want to explain my poems but I need to mention the last but one para was a dedication to a real, stupendous effort undertaken by Serah. I know there are others who have helped and contributed and without it , this would not be possible. I apologize to you all but I thank you with my sincerest intentions for everything.

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- my god!! - i'm moved to tears - i know serah'll be too - in fact - i'm pretty sure - she is - right at this moment - or she will - when i call and read this out to her - over the phone - this is such a warm and delicate and exquisite dedication - to a warm, delicate and exquisite person - she really does - epitomize - courage and conviction - love and dedication - resilience and strength - passion and poetry - for me - and for so many others - she moves people - and inspires them - to progress - dream - write - learn - think - evolve - unselfishly and passionately - and i know - that i have way too much to thank her for -
- with the anthology - its all coming together - and she binds it together - she thought of it - she dreamed it - she's made it come to life - she is - in spirit - in every word that's there - and she's taking poets and poetry to the world - and the world - to poets and poetry -
- thank you - for your amazing dedication - and thank you - serah jha - for being -

Posted 10 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


I am speechless, hopefully others will make up for my loss of words.. this is Beautiful ! But then Simplicity & Sincerity are beautiful, when that is a part of your moral make up.. You are a lovely person ( :

Posted 5 Years Ago

What a wonderful picture you have written in this writing, and I am sure Serah appreciated your kind words. I could almost picture the sun trying its best to shine into her room as she sat and wrote. And to have a flower garden inside the home would be nice, and to see them break the walls to get to the wonderful sun. Such a great writing.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Clap, clap!

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

absolutely beautiful.. and so very interesting. I love how easy it is to read :}

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

poetry is an art, great job well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beauty is personified here. Great job.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this poem really had me surprised at many times. When you read the title "Sunflower," you might think it'll be about a purely positive emotion. When you read the first couple lines, you might think otherwise. Then you break into a beautiful little script of
"But a screen with possibilities, hope
Breeding hope, imbibing hope
Instilling hope and reinvigorating hope."
I'm not sure whether you meant to do this, but I noticed that in the first couple stanzas, you went through the course of the five senses and functions. The first stanza depicted sight, the second- movement, the third- color, 4; emotion, 5; language.... ect.
Each stanza seems to focus on a certain aspect of life, and this really makes the poem breathtakingly beautiful.

Posted 10 Years Ago

What a beautiful letter you have written for Serah. Just imagine how she must feel knowing that a friend and fellow writer cares so deeply about her and her craft. What a source of inspiration you are not only to Serah but to me as well. Thank you friend. C.

Posted 10 Years Ago

i loved this, the imagery is beautiful. who is the speaker?

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hats off to serah! Beautiful write!

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on January 2, 2011
Last Updated on January 2, 2011
Tags: Starved Artist, Grit, Brave, Determination, Hope, Idea, Fighter, Serah Jha


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