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The unfolding of the day is always hopeful The scant light and gloom do not fail To bring in the hope of emerging light From the dark womb of night comes a day full bright And the doors of life swing open at the crack of the dawn Dreams and hopes born in the dark of the night Are given a name in the morn For it is here, many a fancy takes to real flight In the dead of the dark night I too had a vision The like of which I had never seen Neither before in the night nor in the future’s fold Now the past has fled and the future is on hold While I do not look far upon the future’s length I cannot help seeing into the dark night’s depth And there was a day before that night When I lived all plain, but for a moment Indeed a solemn a moment was that Revealed to me like the Divine Song Neither by sound nor fury nor serenade too fast But by silence, patience and many a pause long Then there was neither day nor night The very life was in the serene moment, held tight It didn’t matter if the next day was bright Or the past on the day, was void of any light Three hot summers and three seasons of rain Made Me from nothing and yet I was in pain The truth came to me when I was as well vain It came in soundless whispers and She was plain She laughed less, but in her eyes ever lingered a smile She never darted, but her motion elegant did me beguile We spoke less and less and, the silences were dear We never held hands but she ever touched clear That was a dream that wouldn’t last but as a dream For the dreams are of the stuff that make a stream When the sun climbs up and scorches the terrain The stream vanishes as a cloud, to come back as a rain And this dream did not come back as rain for long Long has been thirty years and so is my song Yesterday, in the sullen sky rumbled a thunder for long A chill drop touched my bosom and I could not be wrong Years of clog was swept away in the mighty rain A faint form, a child’s voice, took me years behind Again, my heart took it for a dark night’s dream all in vain Yet, the voice came from far and brought many a word kind Beneath the skin and burnt visage, I remained the same I The lost dream ever touched me softer than a child’s breath, I listened to my lessons over the dreary years that passed by, Be human, love and be loved before the slap of thy death. She was kind, kinder than what is deserved by me She was bright, brighter than many around me She was strong, stronger than most known to me But She dithered, and that hurt her and hurt me. In her little tender heart, she too has a little closet Where she keeps her lost moments and a soft secret A pain, a pleasure, waft of wind, a sweet note of music Which comes back to her often as an apparition, mystique And She has a fear that her pain may recur And in the process of which I may suffer And she is kind and caring, but shuns me for fear That the pains are intense while parting from those near. Still she comes to me with the first rays of a morning sun With soothing balms for my wrinkled brow I talk to her in my gratitude and a break from my listless run She turns and takes to flight, like a startled sparrow. For me this is a friendship that was never before there I am aware my lost love shall never be here Again and again the spring does not come in a year In my year, my moment has fled, beyond the edge and far. I know love and friends do not tumble from the sky Like a vast plain viewed from the top of a mountain high And a rainbow holding the ends of the endless sky Love binds and parts to test the strength of hearts’ sigh Over my listless years, I have seen men and women crumble For want of a friend, philosopher and a guide humble Behind this unseen face and a child’s voice dear I have seen my star angel, singular, bright and clear Love and friendship are heaven’s daughters with similar grace In the covenants of Man, friendship, scarce finds a place Mothers, brothers, spouses, all are products of staid agreements Unadorned, a friend is afar and aloof, devoid of embellishments My friend came nearer, like a comet’s visit in a thousand years She set my path ablaze with a million hopes and steamy tears She was not seeking me, but hither she came on her errand ablaze And here she is gone to her friends across oceans and haze Look for a friend outside of me, often my friend tells For I am not the one that set free your heart’s flood gates You opened the gates for yourself and I didn’t ring the bells You only heard the music of your heart, when sadness abates Yet again she comes to me with a kind word Yet again she passes me a message to look forward Yet again she retorts and says she would never come any near And I am not sure what it is, that is the cause of her fear And here I stand in the middle of a desert Where I roamed by chance in search of an oasis large To rest before I start after quenching my thirst Alas, I am in doubt, if what I see is a pool or a mirage. I will wander from the woods and deserts into the unknown For my heart and soul have all along been all alone I will walk the lanes, streets, by lanes of the city and plains Till the body falls away and the soul escapes from all the pains. Or if you look closely, even a coward is brave It takes much courage to run away To undo the bonds, by stepping into the grave And to vanish into thin air or to lands far away But, here I remember the lines of a lovely verse by Frost How did he know that one day I will need them most? The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. On this bend I did pause for another blessed moment in my languid travel To breath, to rest, to quench my thirst and at nature’s delight to marvel For here She looked up, to smile at me and wave a silent hand Not from near, not from far, but from the other side of the river’s’ bend And yet there are many rains to come and many suns will rise And my friend may turn and come back with a word kind I may wait till the very end to speak to her and hear her voice And I may meet her in the winter’s last evening, after the season’s grind Do not see any cowardice in the long and sad song The poem is written to put my hopes as well bright and long I promise to walk till my limbs are tired, till the very end To the end of the beginnings, middle and this, the last bend |
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7/3/2008 11:11 am |
such eloquent verse. The words do more than just capture my imagination - they transport me to another world. ~~~~ ♥ ~~~~ ♥ ~~~~
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7/3/2008 8:32 pm |
THANKS ISABELLA. The feelings are my own. In fact it could be anyone's. Incidents may differ slightly. I wrote the draft in two hours. Rhyming and editing took a couple of weeks. Still, I used to wonder if my friends would get what I want to say, exactly. I am glad that you liked it. I can see the kindness in your eyes.
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