lalitha iyer

Freshman - 810 Points (7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

A Camphor In The Air - Poem by lalitha iyer

I am ageing
start was slow
but pace is fast

I did not realise
only when the hair greyed
did I wonder
that I am matured

It is a tragedy
to ripen is to fruit
to mature is fatal
though maturity is wisdom

Slowly I have lost interest
yes, my urge to dress up
and enjoy life afresh
is losing momentum
and I am lagging unwanted

It all began
with my loss of identification
of beings of either Gender
I started treating
Hes and Shes
as if what use
the difference could make?

It is a retreat
all battles have been won
no more passions
lurking underneath
stirring unwanted emotions.

My limbs are crazy
they behave painfully drowsy
the lust for life
it is in the snail pace strife
I miss nothing,
but suddenly everything is gone
blank is the page
ink in the letters have evaporated
the perfume in the bottle
it has become perfect air
no softness in the texture
no satin in the hair touch
nomore my skin
reacts to delicate moisturisers
I just feel
I am a clueless camphor
distilled in the air,
bodyless, odourless
past melted into...... nowhere.

Comments about A Camphor In The Air by lalitha iyer

  • Madhabi Banerjee (7/4/2017 12:20:00 AM)

    wonderful! a true realization. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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  • Uma Ram (5/19/2015 9:33:00 AM)

    lowly I have lost interest
    yes, my urge to dress up
    and enjoy life afresh
    is losing momentum
    and I am lagging unwanted...

    True of a woman in her ageing process mam. Yes mam, we women fail to love ourselves in the course of loving others! Thanks for sharing the beautiful thought mam.
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  • (5/14/2014 2:36:00 AM)

    The poem has briefly and wonderfully stated the condition of an aged individual and its downfalls and felt it good. (Report) Reply

  • Yash Shinde (10/26/2012 4:49:00 AM)

    explains the central idea well very touching for those who can understand very well written (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (9/23/2011 12:29:00 AM)

    Really magnanimous wrire..
    A great poem
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  • (12/5/2009 10:42:00 PM)

    Your depiction of life's course is well documented in this very touching and real piece of poetry that is unmistakably refreshing. Younger days ahead. mandara (Report) Reply

  • (7/24/2009 1:08:00 AM)

    Most beautiful thing about this poem is that it carries more meaning than visible in the words. (Report) Reply

  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (6/16/2009 5:21:00 AM)

    a neat poem neatly sketched. start was slow aut pace is fast. ho how nice. i think this must woes of a man above 70 or a woman above 60 in modren standered.10 (Report) Reply

  • (6/15/2009 3:04:00 AM)

    cheer up never lose hope you have lot to achieve in life (Report) Reply

  • (6/12/2009 7:38:00 AM)

    Time stands still for no one. This is a great poem. (Report) Reply

  • (6/11/2009 1:49:00 AM)

    I felt the same at 50 when I took voluntary retirement from my work owing to certain personal and health problems. But that is only an illusion which one could easily win over. With a little bit of devotion, a bit dabbling in literary activity, a bit social work and a bit caring for our own family will get rid us of this forty years syndrome. At 40, woman begins a new life. With the children growing up, dwindling responsibilities and finding solutions to most of the financial problems, a woman can rejuvenate her life style by indulging in creative and educational pursuits. Look at Maharani Gayatri Devi, Indira Gandhi, Vasundhara Raje, Kushwant Singh and a lot more people at 80s and 90s they are very active. Weighing the literary merits of your poem it is an excellent piece. Kudos. Be happy. (Report) Reply

  • Raj Arumugam (6/10/2009 3:02:00 AM)

    a poem with deep insight into ageing...I was expecting though an ending in the poem in which one transcends age through the poetry of your writing... (Report) Reply

  • (6/4/2009 7:55:00 PM)

    anxiety of crossing fourty is in every one.not only that there is a change in body, s metamorphysm also.but the real age is mental age in which you are very young. beautifully conceived and delivered.this para is touching.
    'Slowly I have lost interest
    yes, my urge to dress up
    and enjoy life afresh
    is losing momentum
    and I am lagging unwanted'

    posted 10
    (Report) Reply

  • Saadat Tahir (6/3/2009 6:42:00 AM)

    hi lalitha
    such a tender beauty u v created
    from the heart
    good poetry...its atenner
    (Report) Reply

  • (6/3/2009 5:53:00 AM)

    Wow, I wish you
    Would teach me how
    to write like that
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  • (6/3/2009 3:01:00 AM)

    the meaning of your poem is well expressed..beautiful poem..grace (Report) Reply

  • Shekhar Joshi (6/3/2009 2:46:00 AM)

    not many want to grow aged......sorrow expressed here..

    good one
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  • (6/3/2009 1:48:00 AM)

    u sound so life kingsize n be healthy wealthy n wise.....There is always another chance in life for everything, but there is no chance of another life....! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 3, 2009

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