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May 26, 2014
Postcards From Memory releases
My first collection of poems – Postcards From Memory released yesterday on 25th May 2014
Holding your book for the first time…
The feelings that conjure up…
Priceless…
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May 3, 2014
Postcards From Memory – An upcoming book
One rainy day, the postman drops a postcard at the doorsteps of ‘Present’. It comes from a friend from distant lands. ‘Past’ is her name. Time pauses, stands still, blues set in while clouds of remembrance pour memories…
In form of verses, Postcards from memory is an attempt to pay tribute to a lost city named Nostalgia that we tend to visit every once in a while…
Postcards from Memory’ is a bouquet of poems that bloom in ten distinct categories based on diverse themes.
Pre-order your copy of Postcards From Memory now from the link below…
Postcards From Memory by Samir Satam http://www.amazon.in/dp/9383306157/ref=cm_sw_r_udp_awd_Mmoztb0PE3BNB
April 21, 2014
Heartbreaker
Once you have savored on the extraordinary sense of bliss, going back to the ordinary routine feels tedious. It isn’t that you weren’t living before this particularly beautiful thing occurred in your life but now that it did and had its branch grown firmly through the window of your life for quite some time, while you kept plucking fruits that grew on it; it is letting go of the branch that is difficult when it is time to cut it off and set the tree free to sway to the wind as it naturally should.
The tree on the other hand is sad too to let go of its old friend but is also relieved that it can move on to swing its branches more freely. Such is the life of a nomadic lover. He respects, cares, loves, gives himself to the other as much as he takes, but knows he can’t stay. He has to leave or he can’t forgive himself for staying tied up in one place. He is called many names, adulterer, philanderer, Casanova, Heart-breaker, etc… But only the nomad knows that each time he breaks a heart, he breaks a bit from within. No matter how much it pains, he has to move on, taking care that he doesn’t cage the magic of love to settle and die into a mundane act. His path lays ahead on which there are many souls to be reached, many lives to be touched, many smiles to be spread and tears to be shed. And in doing so he is always arriving. But to arrive he has to leave… And in leaving he is going to break another heart… And so it goes…
April 17, 2014
My Corner
I live in a little corner, where I have the luxury to live by my own rules, on my own conditions, on my own set of rights and wrongs. Here in this little place, I have my own garden where pastel thoughts bloom. On my wrist is a watch in which I have my own brand of time. It flows at a rhythmic pace of my thoughts. There is a little door that opens to exotic places from my past which I visit often and stay there as long as I like.
The books I have read over the years, the films I have watched. They hug a wall ready to spring a quote or two whenever I need them or flash a scene when I yearn to revisit one of my favorite movies.
The tastes and aromas hang in air, fresh as they were when I met them first. Here I still feel the traces of people I loved. I can smell the bouquet of fragrances of their skin, of their words, of their thoughts, of their ways of loving me
It is a comfort to have an ever-growing world of my own within this world and a leisure to be able to spend time in it. I keep deriving experiences from the outer world and keep collecting them in my corner.
So used to I am to this place that, where ever I go, I carry my corner with me…
