I met this girl who made me believe that earth is round and it indeed moves around its axis. I was looking through the tinted glass, rain pouring like flowers in spring air – utter melancholy, here and there.
She came to me, asked for what I want, that girl with blue eyes and purple lips; hair as red as sun and hands so pale, like she never knew light, avoiding the sun; the way lovers avoid trauma bound conversations.
History dripped from her words; a dialect I never heard of. For you, natural instinct might be to correct the pronunciation.
However, I kept listening to her. She showed me different types of coffee, and asked me to choose one, as it’s cold and romantic. I have no preferences in coffee, cold is a feeling that reminds me of life and romance? I’m a hopeless romantic.
I asked her to choose one instead, then she assured me to be back with a coffee made by love for the lover.
I was still lost in translation, vernacular is bliss. Like love can only be described best in the mother tongue; her words seemed to be as old as time.
I am no philologist yet I’m stuck in time, trying to make sense of history.
She served me as-it-is: the words of generations, which she said her father had taught her, for her mother was too busy trying to birth a boy. The words which surely stay the same with tingling aroma of coffee.
29 replies on “Language of History- A poem”
Amazing piece.Love it.💕
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Thank you 💕
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My pleasure.💕
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Gr8 post!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful 🥺
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Thanks yaa!
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Well penned lines…beautiful omposition!
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Thank you for reading, Indira.
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Reblogged this on Write and Create (from Creative Writing Course) and commented:
Hi Kajal
Thanks for the likes and all the best with your blog
Happy writing, “mermaid”
craig
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You write very well
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[…] Language of History- A poem […]
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Thank you for sharing.
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Uh..this is what really things are about.one day u like coffee the next u like to be inlove…
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I know what you mean
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If love is like coffee cud i really take a sip to taste my own pride..nah.just a thought…newbie here its on xtravagantobssession.data.wordpress…i wud luv to hear anything….
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I like the thought. Good luck and welcome to WordPress. Willl surely visit.
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I absolutely love your way with words!
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Thank you very much :))
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Always!!!
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” I was still lost in translation, vernacular is bliss.” What a line! 👌
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Thank you, Harshi.
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Beautifully written lines…I’m glad you liked & commented on my poem…coz that made me check out your writings…the notification was disabled…keep expressing ✨
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Thank you. Glad to reconnect.
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Selamün aleyküm Kur’an’ı Kerim’in bilinmeyen sırları öğrenmeye hazırmısınız
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Oh I can’t read this language. I’m sorry.
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