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.


15 comments:

Mary said...

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

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

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

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

ayala said...

So sad and powerful. A beautiful verse.

Gabriella said...

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

Mary said...

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

Kenia Cris said...

Woman, you do know.

This is sad and so poignant.

You write beautifully. <3

Brian Miller said...

happy sunday...smiles.

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.

Björn said...

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

Susan said...

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

Vandana Sharma said...

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

Ramakrishnan Ramanathan said...

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

deeps said...

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