Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

Eila Mahima Jaipaul Poems

441. A Song To Love 10/23/2007
442. Heat 10/23/2007
443. Black Hole 10/23/2007
444. Light 10/23/2007
445. Open 10/24/2007
446. A World Forgone But Not Yet Ended 10/24/2007
447. Black Waters 10/24/2007
448. Fairy-Tales And Other Things 10/24/2007
449. Traces 10/24/2007
450. Oubliette: A Descent To Haze In 7 Movements 10/24/2007
451. ~ 10/24/2007
452. Pure 10/25/2007
453. Lip Pen Paper 10/25/2007
454. We Know, And Cry For Ourselves 10/25/2007
455. Offerings From The Stone Bowl 10/25/2007
456. Mercy 10/25/2007
457. Conversation I 10/25/2007
458. For Love 2/28/2008
459. Somewhere, In A Different Realm 2/28/2008
460. Illusion And Recollection 2/28/2008
461. Beckon 2/28/2008
462. To My Love, In Honor Of Your Request.... 9/26/2005
463. Hush... And Listen To Love's Sound (Or Dancing In The Shadows) 11/15/2005
464. Misplaced 5/11/2006
465. For Dying 11/19/2006
466. Duets Of February 4/11/2007
467. Past Imperative 10/23/2007

Comments about Eila Mahima Jaipaul

  • Kee Thampi (12/11/2006 5:28:00 AM)

    Really this great poet for me is ebullient and more eccentric in her views...and writes...very simple but it inveighs our inuredness.... she never condone anything..... inept, infect..
    what happens to the unwanted souls?

    do they wander looking and lost?

    I wish to read her poems again and again in this free X mas days....

    do they remain staid?

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  • Peter Trenear (1/14/2006 5:03:00 PM)

    I love reading these poems. My Wife was also Eila.
    These keep me reminded,
    there is joy, there are tears.
    So far, I have read only a few
    But I will read them all

Best Poem of Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Stuck Between Your Soul And Reality

you must understand
I didn't want to leave
not now
not like this
but I was committed,
dedicated
stuck half way
between dreams and wishes
between love and necessity
between your soul and reality
I wonder...
what you'd have done with me?
put me in your pocket?
to finger me idly
while folks paused to gape
at your sorrow with a smile.
no, my love
the secure binding of duty and your honor
tie me to the knowledge that its better this way.

Read the full of Stuck Between Your Soul And Reality

Adultery

I wanted to hear them hail from your lips
those stories,
speaking of portraits not painted yet,
journals empty not yet committed to the hue of sin
with a story opening without any end.
a diary of lovesick appraise, to become the sculpt of us
our mirror with adoring eyes...
but the pages were worn, at times full of ink
violet and ripe, nothing like me.

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