Perhaps our loves have their settled times,
When seasons of hope and destiny can meet.
We only had walks and talks among trains
That whistled through the pages of academic lore
And tangled with newfangled theories and more
In nights that had bustled with Eliot and Poe
Or poured over Rushdie and Ghosh.
At most we had shared some moonlit new songs
Or wondered at statues of immaculate grace
Just before crossing the road, clutching hands,
For a dinner of biriyani unmatched.
Gallantly we moved and breathed to the leaves
Chapters now lost of unspoken words
In lanes that are dotted with history's footnotes
With songs from our memory's springwell.
No one now croons along these quiet lanes
With melodies of Mirza in lips.
Shorn of all tendrils or blossoms I bide
And wait for the tide of memories withheld
That spring to my nights with joy now and then
And promise me a surge to time's missing shores.
Battling with waves I steer my ship straight
Till seasons of hope and destiny can meet.
20 comments:
This is so beautifully portrayed ... loved it :-)
I love how when tendril and blossom are gone, the "spring" of memories is needed. Great wordplay.
The details here cut this from real life, it's a mini-biography of one yearning.
Wow. I love this poem. So well written. Great stuff :)
All the best,
Jack
So many lovely lines and images to relish in this poem, Abin:
Gallantly we moved and breathed to the leaves
Chapters now lost of unspoken words
In lanes that are dotted with history's footnotes...
PS. I love your Indi Poet icon :-)
Beautifully described with lovely images that drew me right into the poem. Well done!
Absolutely beautiful. Your two closing lines knock it out of the park.
Such a lush piece of writing--gorgeously done
This is just so beautiful.
This is an impressive write, Abin. I love the idea of hope and destiny meeting. And I wonder if it is HOPE that brings about destiny. So much to contemplate in your verse.
How beautifully you convey the memories of a relationship not allowed to bloom and the yearning that emerges.
Delicious...your choice of words, rhythm and flow is stupendous :)
A wistful poem, gentle but full of life...
AMAZING poem...my jaw has dropped to the floor...I still have goosebumps after reading it, and they are not going away!
a beautiful piece is this - like very much. Thank you.
This is beautifully written Abin...I love the way you held your emotions, yet it is full of tenderness and hope ~ One of my favorites of yours ~
Happy week to you ~
So beautifully written, first of all. It just ripped a hole in my soul and all sorts of feelings came out... and then I came to the end and was blown away. Awesome write.
"Gallantly we moved and breathed to the leaves
Chapters now lost of unspoken words
In lanes that are dotted with history's footnotes
With songs from our memory's springwell."
beautiful!
Amazing and Beautiful, academic and spiritual love mixed, it entered this similar heart. I loved all, but especially resonated with this:
"That whistled through the pages of academic lore
And tangled with newfangled theories and more
In nights that had bustled with Eliot and Poe
Or poured over Rushdie and Ghosh."
Sad and loving! I love the way it begins!
Chapters now lost of unspoken words
Sigh. If only we could turn back the pages of time...
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