Monday, 20 May 2013

For Whom Should I Cry Now?














“Alas that love, so gentle in his [Romeo’s] view 
should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.”- William Shakespeare

Back in time, when young was the moon 
speechless we stood in a train station. 
Holding hands, we’d wept for our failed- love. 
Pale went your face as you fought tears, 
concealing wounds in your heart. 

Shrieking horns came then a blue train and 
home it carried you… your marital home. 
There under new skies you’d become 
a wife, mom, and grandma. 
Stupefied I still watched the train 
running over my love heartlessly. 
The moving devil now looked red not blue, 
showing the color of my tears. 

Leafing thro my Memory Book, 
your pretty face I oft look. 
Can I ever forget your elegant eyes? 
that spoke volumes and volumes once. 
Seeing your bubbling dimples when you laughed 
rainbows bobbed up in my heart. 

All sweet kisses your rosy lips gave me then 
still remain moist in my mouth, tasting like nectar. 
The perfume and fragrance you’d wafted when hugged 
still remain spread in my body, making me ever balmy. 
My love! 
To keep your memory ever green in heart and soul 
I had to fight with Time, a heartless Monster. 

When waves of time brutally wrecked my life boat, 
I struggled like a fish in a hook. 
Void and emptiness grew thick in heart 
as I wished to see the face I’d lost to Time. 
Leaving me in a limbo you’ve gone 
to the wind to make a wind, 
to the moon to make her more shining, 
and 
to the grey sea to make it green. 

Shocked, I felt like falling into a cauldron 
when your demise I knew from a tabloid. 
I smothered my sobs and fell into my knees. 
But… but… 
Amidst sorrows, I felt a drizzle 
drenching my soul. 

For, in the ‘obit’ column of the paper 
I didn’t see an age-ravaged, time-eaten 
face of an ol’ lady.’ 
The photo therein was the one 
you gave me long back when 
we were in the spring of love 
breathing for each other and 
praying for each other. 

Now- 
Straddling relief and sorrow, asked my broken heart: 
“For whom should I cry now? 
You or your failed- love or your dead lover? 




18 comments:

  1. Thanks for your visit & comments. Happy times.

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  2. from a person like you such desolate posts... i am surprised :D but nevertheless it was quite nice. The emotions throughout the poetry kept encircling through my mind and soul. Liked it a lot :)

    Richa

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  3. wonderful read sir ! Love and the pain in it .. and for the beloved so well expressed in every bit of the poem makes me speechless and emotional.Times passed by in changing colour of the trains..Thanks for sharing Sir this amazing work.

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  4. Oh this is very well written. Emotion flowing out of the words throughout. The last para was somehow different..where you have mentioned about the obituary coloumn.

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  5. a complete poem ,sir.

    nicely composed.
    :)

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  6. This is such a moving verse. Love is not easy and true love is always in your heart- age, death, relation doesn't matter.

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  7. Beautiful lines that leave me enchanted, mesmerized and a haunting pain surrounds me. Thank you for this.

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  8. Wonderful poem! Esp the last few lines ...

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  9. Mind blowing...Penchant as ever...it's really dreadful to think about such a situation...writing about it is sure much stressing...!!!

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  10. Heart felt ...loved the concluding lines !

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  11. Very touching... how many love stories would have ended this way!

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  12. I loved the poetry of course and for that I present you leibster award!! Congratualtions!

    You can pick the award here:

    http://subzeroricha.blogspot.in/2013/05/my-first-leibster-award-d-d.html

    happy blogging :)

    Richa

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  13. That was amazing till the very end. Keeps the reader completely involved. Beautiful poem, I must say. The last few lines will linger on. :)

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  14. wow, talent personified you are..envy you!

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