Geet Chaturvedi

(27 November 1977 - / Mumbai / India)

The Memory of Now

Poem by Geet Chaturvedi

(For Eduardo Chirinos)

Downstairs I left a candle burning
In its light I'll read a few lines when I return

By the time I returned the candle had burned out
Those few lines had faded like innocence

You walk with me
The way moon walks along with a child sitting in a train window

I stood in the balcony one day
Waved a handkerchief toward the sky

Those who have gone without saying their goodbyes
Will recognize it even from far

In my handkerchief they have left behind their tears
The way early humans left behind their etchings on cave walls

Lyotard said, every sentence is a now
No. Actually it's a memory of now

Every memory is a poem
In our books, the count of the unwritten poems is so much more


Comments about The Memory of Now by Geet Chaturvedi

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (10/3/2019 10:56:00 PM)

    " Every sentence is a now
    No, actually it's a memory of now"
    Intriguing conceptualization as also it's presentattion. Well deserved modern poem of the day.(Report)Reply

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (10/3/2019 10:38:00 PM)

    The poem creates some of the most fascinating images which reflect upon the simplicity and purity of a poetic mind. Thanks and Congrats for sharing.(Report)Reply

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  • Malabika Ray ChoudhuryMalabika Ray Choudhury (10/3/2019 7:07:00 PM)

    Superb images! Innocence, etchings on stone walls, tears, memory, unwritten poems - all come together!(Report)Reply

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  • Tom Allport (10/3/2019 11:36:00 AM)

    A timeless write never to be forgot?(Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (10/3/2019 10:01:00 AM)

    Awesome drop. Like to read again and again. Imagination running wild here. Enjoyed thoroughly.

    'Those who have gone without saying their goodbyes
    Will recognize it even from far

    In my handkerchief they have left behind their tears
    The way early humans left behind their etchings on cave walls'.. is so profound.10+++(Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (10/3/2019 3:36:00 AM)

    In my handkerchief they have left behind their tears
    The way early humans left behind their etchings on cave walls.../// beautiful poetic expression(Report)Reply

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  • Dominic WindramDominic Windram (10/3/2019 3:10:00 AM)

    An exceedingly well expressed poem...a beautiful meditation on memory in relation to poetry!(Report)Reply

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  • Aniruddha PathakAniruddha Pathak (10/3/2019 2:02:00 AM)

    Ah what a lovely poem!
    I loved some expressions:
    faded like innocence,
    The way moon walks along with a child sitting in a train window
    In our books, the count of the unwritten poems is so much more...(Report)Reply

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  • Kevin PatrickKevin Patrick (10/4/2018 12:10:00 AM)

    You walk with me
    The way moon walks along with a child sitting in a train window

    great imagery, this is stellar stuff, every memory is a poem indeed.

    Excellent choice for poem of the day! .(Report)Reply

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  • benjamin chiu uy (10/3/2018 9:53:00 PM)

    a great poem a great, great poem
    good for introspection thanks keep writing(Report)Reply

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  • Chandan DeyChandan Dey (10/3/2018 3:14:00 PM)

    Every memory is a poem - wonderful expression. I love the emotive expressions the poem share with us.
    Chandan(Report)Reply

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (10/3/2018 3:05:00 PM)

    This is really a beautiful poem on memories having touching expression and nice diction. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.(Report)Reply

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  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (10/3/2018 10:10:00 AM)

    'Every memory is a poem
    In our books, the count of the unwritten poems is so much more '...is such a beautiful line. With age and experience one gets maturity. Nice poem indeed.(Report)Reply

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  • Ramotlhaba ChrisjanRamotlhaba Chrisjan (10/3/2018 8:59:00 AM)

    Words expression comes with circumstances., but they can make you feel better. Thanks for a wonderful poem(Report)Reply

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  • Adrian FlettAdrian Flett (10/3/2018 6:16:00 AM)

    The 'now' is fleeting and quickly becomes a memory. This is so well said in the lines, 'Those few lines had faded like innocence' Every now is a memory of now.(Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (10/3/2018 4:17:00 AM)

    wow its fantastic expression-

    Every memory is a poem
    In our books, the count of the unwritten poems is so much more(Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (10/3/2018 3:47:00 AM)

    Such a wonderful poem by Geet Chaturvedi...............................(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (10/3/2018 3:01:00 AM)

    You walk with me! !

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Ruta MohapatraRuta Mohapatra (10/3/2018 1:44:00 AM)

    So original! It stands out!(Report)Reply

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  • Haidee Majola (10/3/2018 1:05:00 AM)

    What an interesting unique poem of a candle that burned out without saying goodbye. A poem with imagery and imaginativeness offered. Well penned piece. Congrats for POD selection Geet. I enjoyed reading.10+++(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 22, 2018