Poem: A baby picture of You

Today, someone (who also knows
you), showed me a picture of you
as a baby. Clutching a biscuit.

Wearing what appears to be a
frock full of frills. I can’t tell if it
was pink. The photo is black and
white. Just like our love affair was.

You hold that biscuit in your tiny
hands. All your fingers fit on it.
Exactly how you held me once.
Everything fit. And I was clutched.

There is an immense sadness in
realizing that I never knew you
as a four year old. That the baby
talk was reserved for lovers.

And not for friends. (Which is
what we are now. Apparently.)

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25 Responses to Poem: A baby picture of You

  1. Vijesh says:

    Ah!! Nice. nostalgia.. πŸ™‚

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  2. Neha K says:

    Quite touching!!! Where do you get these ideas from!!!

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  3. rads says:

    *sigh.
    I could very well be saying that..

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  4. Aparna says:

    beautiful. do u just look at things and these stories come to you…just like that? you have a beautiful mind, did u know tht?

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  5. Madras Chick says:

    awww…

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  6. Kavi says:

    That was quite something ! And that clutched my heart and thoughts as well !!

    Neat

    πŸ™‚

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  7. Sigh…in fond remembrance of things past and wished for.

    Lovely!

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  8. Banno says:

    So vivid. The biscuit, the lacy frills. I love the way you connect your details.

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  9. Javits says:

    Why do I feel like I know what you talk about?

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  10. Nilu says:

    This is the profoundest exploration of sexuality. Should be made part of the curriculum for Sexologists. And humanity.

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  11. phoenix says:

    A thought to savor. Apparently. Beautiful.

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  12. There is an immense sadness in
    realizing that I never knew you
    as a four year old.
    (very well written. Will clap for sure)

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  13. Grasshopper says:

    Nice poem. Evokes maternal feelings for hubby, which are too many anyway. πŸ™‚

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  14. skimpy says:

    ok based on the recent satin discussion on poetry that i initiated, this is how i chose to read the poem:


    Today, someone (who also knows you), showed me a picture of you as a baby. Clutching a biscuit.

    Wearing what appears to be a frock full of frills. I can’t tell if it was pink. The photo is black and white. Just like our love affair was.

    You hold that biscuit in your tiny hands. All your fingers fit on it. Exactly how you held me once. Everything fit. And I was clutched.

    There is an immense sadness in realizing that I never knew you as a four year old. That the baby talk was reserved for lovers.

    And not for friends. (Which is what we are now. Apparently.)

    i’m now wondering if there’s any significant improvement in the way you’ve written to the way i’ve written it.

    in any case, great story.

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    • Take a look at this.

      Poetry is tricky. But it’s not just an aesthetic form. Poetry needs to be read out. More than rhyme, it then becomes about a certain rhythm that builds the context. Further, line breaks are often a way of bringing focus to a part of the sentence that may not have be as apparent in a straight forward sentence.

      For instance
      In the beginning. I could read it as
      “you showed me a picture of you”
      which is different when presented as part of a linear sentence that says “someone who also knows you showed me a picture of you”.

      Similarly
      “That the baby talk was reserved for lovers.” presents itself as an entirely different idea when you read the line
      “talk was reserved for lovers”.

      Hopefully that makes sense…

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  15. brrr says:

    sounds like Dido shit

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  16. Neelakantan says:

    Awesome. Loved the last two paras!!

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  17. ra says:

    this is beautiful

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  18. N says:

    So nice!

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  19. Chitralekha says:

    nice. i have often thought and felt the same about my close friends. how it would be to see them as babies and hold them in my arms. since its such an arbit and impossible wish, I have often again replaced that thought and feeling with that of wanting to hold their little babies (whenever they arrive). πŸ™‚

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  20. Sanghamitra says:

    Hey… Nice post

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  21. sheetal says:

    the poem is just awesome..i really loved it
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