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    Saturday, January 18, 2014

    For one who died last night …

    I think I know how you felt
    at that time.
    Wasn’t it a pale green hallway,
    where windows offer no reflection
    and the door doesn’t promise life beyond?
    I think I know it all.
    looking at the photo of a dead stranger
    I feel I have known it all.

    You could not chase
    the elephant away,
    It was probably eavesdropping.
    but pretending might have had helped for a while
     until you remembered
     that elephant has big ears.

    Until you were married,
    you never bothered about the plural space. And then
    the birds in the binoculars settled in a cage.
    You got your marriage certificate photocopied.
    The marriage became a metropolis –
    you and him its anonymous citizens.

    After you left
    for the land where no one dances in the rain,
    He must have found worlds
    full of memories
    long after you’ve lost it.

    You lie in bed,
    A strange sickness in your bones
    pinning you
    eyelid to toe nail.

    As I share a heartbroken
    cup of coffee with the man I have fallen in love with
    holding hands yet realizing the ocean
    between us,
    I feel I have known what you felt then.

    I sent you all my prayers,
    you returned half,
    attaching a note:  You need these too.

    He asks if I need to be held.
     I am not sure. Not anymore.
    If comfort is disloyal
    can a roomful of grief
    ever have happiness?

    I know how you felt at that point of time.
    Like I often do,
    You too must have stepped out of yourself
    and wanted to observe her,
    She,
    Who has perpetually walked,
    casting and recasting herself
    to be with people, who
    had accepted and rejected her
    at convenience,
    As you sang with her
    cried with her
    standing there, observing,

    It became too late stepping back into yourself again!

    And I sit still
    by the side of the television news
    looking at your dead photograph
    I more dead than you
    I think I have known how you felt.


    Posted by Celestial Dreamz

    15 comments:

    Mary said...

    This poem captured me and held me throughout. Strong words well expressed. Deep and haunting.

    January 19, 2014 at 6:10 PM
    Ygraine said...

    This poem is so powerful that I felt the shivers running down my spine.
    I was there too, feeling all those deep emotions and shared experiences...and it really hurt.
    This is truly amazing...x

    January 19, 2014 at 9:15 PM
    Rose said...

    Very emotive piece dear Moon! I so love your fabulous phrases and your imagery never fails to stun me! Where do you draw your inspiration from? Simply fabulous :) xxx

    January 21, 2014 at 7:30 PM
    Brian Miller said...

    whew...like gut punch this one...some fav lines...

    The marriage became a metropolis –
    you and him its anonymous citizens.

    and then to follow by going to the land where no one danced in the rain...that gave the feel right there...

    sad, but great verse...what a tale...all too real

    January 22, 2014 at 9:17 PM
    ayala said...

    So sad and powerful. A beautiful verse.

    January 23, 2014 at 5:19 PM
    Gabriella said...

    Strong words and images in this poem! I like how you expressed your empathy.

    January 26, 2014 at 4:31 PM
    Mary said...

    This poem is as moving on second reading as it was on the first! Powerful writing here!

    January 26, 2014 at 6:42 PM
    Kenia Cris said...

    Woman, you do know.

    This is sad and so poignant.

    You write beautifully. <3

    January 26, 2014 at 6:52 PM
    Brian Miller said...

    happy sunday...smiles.

    January 26, 2014 at 7:27 PM
    Sherry Blue Sky said...

    Moon, what a very human tale of a mixture of emotions. What stood out for me most was "Can a roomful of grief ever have happiness?" Makes one want to know the whole story. Makes me pray for hope for the saddened pair in the poem - that grief will ease and the sun will shine again.

    January 26, 2014 at 10:48 PM
    brudberg said...

    Unrequited love --- how sad and haunting... excellent and captivating in your raw paint....

    January 26, 2014 at 11:08 PM
    Susan said...

    Oh. Stunning. I too am stunned. I feel I know the pale green hallway that Feels like a dead end with strangers.

    January 27, 2014 at 12:21 AM
    Vandana Sharma said...

    so sad, but life has to move on....

    January 27, 2014 at 10:12 AM
    Ramakrishnan said...

    Stunning and spell binding. I am simply mesmerized.Keep them coming Baishali.

    January 30, 2014 at 5:13 PM
    deeps said...

    Just wondering what might have been the emotions playing at the backyard of your mind while scribbling these lines..!!

    February 8, 2014 at 1:01 PM

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