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| Arindam Moulick |
The fantasy of Away…
The dream of roots…
The mirage of the journey:
soaked in one lethal Tsunami…
There is a calm surrender
To the magical days of yore.
Hold them tight and evermore adore
As hard times may come to steer
and push them right through the door.
A passage of the heart’s softened ray
To someone not easily forgotten away
Is fortunately not banished
From each and every sun-tanned day.
Maybe; will come back someday,
but only heaven knows.
But, it shouldn’t be this way
at least not anymore, not this day.
Elsewhere deep in the woods of time
when I found enough reason and rhyme,
this heart did break open
to fill in the air of once-lost prime.
Let it manifest itself into a living fantasy.
Fully forgiven, and never drained to the sea.
That so serene and simple a face
is ought to seek me and never efface.
‘Cause this is so hugging a case
let it churn up a fragrant, mushy gaze.
Watching the world go by
through the cut glass of divinity
you can be left helplessly thinking
It's ever blurred journey to serenity!
Everywhere else as I could see
for someone or somebody hoping to find,
has brought me nothing to
but barely you and loneliness unkind.
Every one sells fictitious dreams
of the power to change the world.
The crime of being mute spectators
brought only death to lives already dulled.
A passage to the unforgotten times:
of those places so urbane and beautiful,
is now rendered incapable to seek you.
Alas, with what little uplifting solace
when the living space of present times
somehow lost its cherished grace.
Of all the days and nights
this moment’s the most despairing one.
Last, when have you said something
to the soul inanely grieving?
Hearts have been broken
and a small history fell in each.
A story of a hundred years
shortened into unredeemable tears;
is now well beyond my reach.
The world outside is far from over.
And the world inside kept shrinking
Into small and tiny tears unbound.
Across this great land of love
Where else could these be ever found!
Maybe this day will someplace.
Only heaven knows.
Maybe happiness will turn up its face.
But only heaven knows.
Your companionship for the rest of my life
seemed so godly to my bereaved fortune.
But, what was allowed to follow
was a slow and melancholy callow
rendering it a life most inopportune.
I remember the way we were
Is those last few years:
the years of floating twilight moons,
the years of wintry afternoons,
the delight of dimpy dreams.
Infinite cups and cones of ice creams!
That life might not after all be
no more than a defeat,
but a small sign of your love
could salvage its worthy retreat.
Alas, this heart knows for a reason
as it grew up aching
ever since its debut season.
That it’s become a life of damage and loss,
beyond its death and beyond its cause.
Some things have gone, forever gone.
And I am grief-stricken and withdrawn.
We have, alas, unknowingly desired
for something to sail us by.
Though we ever did together sail
and kept rowing, but until we parted.
‘Cause wretched as this world ever is
flung at us its prejudiced parting kiss!
By Arindam Moulick
- Written on 11 July 2001
- Only for L.T.
- This poem has also been published on the EzineArticles.com website. Click here to read the poem: http://ezinearticles.com/?Heaven-Knows,-A-Poem&id=9264190