Friday, May 31, 2013

a poem, incomplete ...

Once, into his ears I had whispered
the story of those glowing fireflies.
And since then,
 during many mysterious nights,
under the magenta blue sky
my whispers deepened
and the story became a dream;
a dream of a tomorrow, pregnant with today,
a dream of an unknown joy
with strange pains, hidden,
a dream of a horizon
towards which I had turned my back long ago.
The dream was soaked with the moisture
gathered from the monsoon rain. And then
he became my rain. Now,
He keeps drizzling in my brain and
 I carry him within
Like the fragrance of the hasnuhana.

But I know,
Soon, a silence will grow heavy
burrowing roots in the corners of the house,
and  the rainy season will change,
leaving behind
memories of a rainbow sky,
that I alone shall have to carry
into a warm winter fire,
struggling  to decipher
the mysterious monsoon,
recalling
of having once been soaked
in the rains;
wondering occasionally,
if it still rains where he lives
and if he still thinks of the paper boat
that we together tried to make!

Answers to which I will never know.
And till then, each time he will say he loves me
I would be surprised why there’s a lump in my throat
that refuses to dissolve into tears!

15 comments:

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

love always stays,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it rains forever...

Brian Miller said...

heart felt write...i like the making of the paper boat together....smiles...we used to float paper boats...they never last but for a moment they are fun...i felt the lump there in the end..and rain will come in every relationship you know...lovers, family, friends...

Dark Knight said...

That's the thing about love... when it rains it pours!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Poignant, sad.....the memories, the lump in the throat........"memories of a rainbow sky that I alone shall have to carry....." I remember that kind of pain, kiddo. I wish you love.

Victoria said...

I like the details about making paper boats. It serves well to add something concrete to nostalgic memories.

Vuong Pham said...

Beautiful, I love the specificity of the imagery in this poem: "monsoon rain", "fragrance of hasnuhana"; very sincere.

kelvin s.m. said...

..ah, that last verse is killer... very sensitive write... smiles...

R.K. Garon said...

Wonderful piece!
ZQ

M. J. Joachim said...

Powerful and beautiful imagery...

KISLAYA GOPAL said...

Beautiful poem, loved the emotion of love that is so intricate and exquisite.. the description is so true :)

Ygraine said...

So, so poignant...so complicated.
Why does love have to be that way?
The making of the paper boat together really brought a lump to my throat.
Aah, such memories...such beauty...:)

Rose said...

Sigh! Once again your imagery is so rich and beautiful! It's the knowing 'but I know, soon, a silence will grow heavy' and 'that I alone shall have to carry into a warm winter fire' and the lump that refuses to dissolve into tears that tears the heart apart but much much more so is 'wondering occasionally if it still rains where he lives'. A masterpiece indeed!

Celestial Dreamz said...

Rose, dearest, your comment is much more beautiful than my poem :-)

ayala said...

Many favorite lines ...love this..And then
he became my rain. Now,
He keeps drizzling in my brain and
I carry him within...I love the image of whispering the story of the fireflies...superb :)

The Unknowngnome said...

"I will come to your arms with a readiness of a rain drop"
...My Predestined Lover

"a poem, complete..."