FOB (Fresh Off the Boat)

last time i checked, no one forces anyone to go anywhere.... you do it out of your own will to find new opportunities.

hey aamir,

i really like your work. this poem in particular, for some reason it reminds me of my mother.

shandana

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oi! ye kahaan se aa gayi! it seems chowk has a long memory; and our sins really do catch up with us. . .

:)

aamir

Beautiful.

Aamir

who is not FOB?…

the umbilical chord is the ever sustaining anchor… even when some of us are cloned (if you follow the news;))…and once that is cut…then we come off that boat into this big mother….

perhaps followed by not know was a double whammy…how can that be?

…t

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ashok,

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Dear Aamir,
Your words ring so true..
Sniff..
You are truly amazing
You are an artist of the highest caliber, if only had your artistic expression. I am arranging a private poetry recital , please contact me if you are interested . It would honor my group if you could chair our session...

Sprout,
Stop reading poetry....for everyone`s sake.

Aamir-bhai,
Lovely, as usual. Do you publish all this? Pls. tell me it isn`t wasted on us Philistines :)

........i don`t care much for poetry shoetry, but this was pretty good ..........maybe it is the godawful cold winter .........

Sad...reflective...almost considerate.

Ciao

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...the thing i really like about your writing is that it`s always heartfelt...it seems almost tangible at times...

Dear Aamir:

I started with a problem: the title. And trying to make an immediate connection with something intangible though palpable. I still feel that parenthesis in a poem, even if in a title, ought to be avoided.

But…then I made the leap. From “If you could see yourself now” to (in?) “your memory of paradise”. The chasm between the “touch of plum” and “their worlds mere ice” is, to my mind, filled with a “juicy stain”…could be a fresh squirt or a defrosted one. One belongs where one is….

This poem reminded me a lot of some of Gulzar’s lyrics, especially, “Naam ghum jaayega…”. And I love Gulzar :)

Farzana