Reshma Ramesh

Rookie - 56 Points (20th April / Bangalore, India)

*letters To The Unknown - Poem by Reshma Ramesh

In all these dried mornings
And clear untold evenings
With My rambles and scribbles
My laments and stories
I pressed the nib to paper
With my nails wrote on the mud walls
Pulled lines with the chalk on the floor
But I never knew
My poems would be one day
Letters to the unknown


Inspired by the poem 'letters' by poet Sadiqullah khan


Comments about *letters To The Unknown by Reshma Ramesh

  • Khairul Ahsan (11/20/2013 7:19:00 PM)

    'But I never knew
    My poems would be one day
    Letters to the unknown'
    Aren't all poems truly, pray, 'a letter to the unknown'?
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  • Vidyadhar Durgekar (7/8/2011 9:49:00 PM)

    Knowing something is an illusion, so better be unknown........well written (Report)Reply

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  • (9/22/2009 12:12:00 AM)

    its great to see poets converged in the comment window, the time when some comments are full poems (Report)Reply

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  • Sarwar Chowdhury (6/30/2009 10:05:00 AM)

    10+ to the poem
    and
    1000+ to comments in below :)
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  • Sadiqullah Khan (6/30/2009 2:34:00 AM)

    **My Letters Unknown

    Whilst the flicker of candle
    Dawn had the designs in geometry
    Cold winds of the night on the edge
    Letters to the unknown
    To the known what it cast
    Much derided for the words
    Love has meaning to demons
    Unlike love when the self
    On the cross of retribution
    For the letters

    Pick the fallen stones
    Wounds are deeper than the blood
    On my body my letters
    Unknown to myself was the address
    Known not to me than how
    Known to you my love
    From the streets from the paths
    Untreaded often collect
    My letters unknown
    Taken by storms
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  • Sadiqullah Khan (6/30/2009 2:32:00 AM)

    **Time Back

    I had moved the time back
    Unlike God that once spent
    Counts towards infinity
    In finite units

    I had with the force of universe
    Played back in rapid motion
    Connecting the memories
    Too distant

    And going back to the blank
    Space was a whole void
    I do not remember
    My preexistence

    I moved into the valley
    Of darkness
    Where time was still
    And space was nothing

    I had rectified fortuitous engravings
    On the book of unknown
    I lamented the passage
    From life to death

    I lamented the tears
    That I had cast in your eyes
    For which
    I had turned
    The time back
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  • Sadiqullah Khan (6/30/2009 1:47:00 AM)

    **Vengeance Retribute

    Lest the apology be not taken
    Twisted in hands while crushed
    In fingers that wear diamonds and gold

    Lest the deity be the exalted presence
    For the one with no mischief rendered
    Laid on the door the sword of pride

    Lest the love be tendered sweet
    As the might of the self when on the rise
    Held to the earth the eyes once on truth

    Lest the lover be on his own to the soul
    Lick the wounds of his forgiveness
    For divine mercy on the day bestow

    Lest not the one who departed
    Look back with vengeance retribute
    Do the dusts not melted in heavens reside

    Lest not the mirth of ego again
    The bigger the one the smaller is it
    To your life in happiness repose
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  • Sadiqullah Khan (6/30/2009 1:45:00 AM)

    **An Apology

    What if a heart so pure
    Thou set for the confessions
    Hast the love in thy heart rusted
    The pride in thyself shall the moment
    When you so humble depart
    Like a book open is thy heart
    Like moon the solace of lovers

    Art thou the thunder of hell
    Hast thou been bestowed
    For the human to act in cruelty
    Dust is all whether thine or else
    Whence dust to dust why worrieth thou
    Touch the feet of the diety in tear
    With both hands together in apology
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  • Sadiqullah Khan (6/30/2009 1:38:00 AM)

    **Scent of Flower

    Thou callest might of the oceans
    A tiny ditch for the stream of love
    Didst that the dropp from the ocean
    In vapors to the skies in blue
    Drop on earth to become stream tiny
    And back to the ocean

    Resideth in the heart is creation’s image
    In love is the mirror for one who desireth
    See the image who knoweth the self
    Nay to the roots of the tree that giveth
    Sustenance is from the sun and earth
    And thou seest not the beauty of heavens

    Many names for one name if my heart
    My love speaketh to others what may
    They say to the world has some one
    With one hand the sun hidden from earth

    The scent of flower that the honey bee
    From whence comes the sweetness sweet
    My names on thy chest is but of divine
    Didst love hath any source not manifest
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  • (6/26/2009 6:55:00 AM)

    ? .................what? when.....how...? (Report)Reply

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  • (6/26/2009 1:47:00 AM)

    (If 'words' can repair the wounds caused by them inturn, if words have so much power to hurt and raise walls of hate....i regret having said them in any context)

    AN APPEAL

    The elegant beauty on petals got kissed
    By a man called lover of big and small
    The tiny blades of grass but twitched
    His mighty boots walking on them all

    Hundred or more cells get killed when ever
    This tender body does a vigorous butt
    They die an insignificant death of the lesser
    Sympathy but favours a fracture or a cut

    Love is not worn though given to many
    Dries the river, ditch but is never cast
    Fistful, heart hides in flesh creek tiny
    Where from springs a love stream vast

    To heave an arrow, enemy must stand
    Apart, opposite with a vengeful gist
    Let not doubts take the higher hand
    To see the fact; wait through the melting mist....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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  • (6/25/2009 11:06:00 PM)

    I do have my conscience, and i know i did not write anything with bad intention, but now dont try to impose ur views and make me accept that i am wrong......i could have very well deleted my comments here and disappeared like i never said anything...but i will not.You are welcome to loathe me, and call me indecent....Thank you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (6/25/2009 8:56:00 AM)

    Dear Sadiq
    I might have done a mistake by commenting (unknowingly, indirectly) at your source, of which u are so defensive.....then dont you think u should not have commented on my comment here and belittle me.......nice justice u have done! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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  • (6/25/2009 8:42:00 AM)

    To be clear i have'nt even read your poem...i have commented keeping in mind this page only.......i dont see her motive i only see the feeling here...as a reader! (Report)Reply

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  • (6/25/2009 8:21:00 AM)

    Why not say 'insignificant'.....considering the poets own description of 'ramble and scribbles' and 'pulling chalk lines, writing with nails....' all too insinificant to others but for her a splendid cantos of her emotions.....thats what i have meant to state....if u get it wrong...i cant help it.....u should consider the comments on your poem more, than interfering and backing others...if my comment is inapproriate let her say that. (Report)Reply

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  • (6/25/2009 12:51:00 AM)

    Like the trees that are grown
    By the highways and byways
    Giving shelter on summer days
    All the letters to the unknown
    Will be prose and poems written
    In all forms of emotions
    Like the colors of horizons
    After a while will be smitten
    For the better or for the worse
    Based on the perception of reader
    May go deeper and broader
    Taking an instant course
    Thinking of the authors
    Not even recognizing the name
    May take a moment to proclaim
    Thanking the stars for the letters
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  • (6/24/2009 12:24:00 AM)

    Very nice thinking Reshma
    Every magnificient and titanic creations has had a very insignificant origins......like a tiny ditch which happens to be the source of mighty river.......! ! !
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  • (6/23/2009 1:40:00 AM)

    I am sure your letters, shall reach the desired destinations.

    I invite you to read my poem titled “Markets’ kick” and “Let her not sacrifice anymore”. Would be grateful to receive your valuable feedback.

    Rgds

    Nikunj
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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (6/22/2009 6:33:00 AM)

    'But I never knew
    My poems would be one day
    Letters to the unknown'

    Excellent poem with excellent message. Love it.
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  • (6/22/2009 6:24:00 AM)

    Great fabulous poem...............10+++ (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 22, 2009



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