Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Unplugged…. the remnants of my love

Arindam Moulick, EzineArticles Basic PLUS Author
Arindam Moulick
Of trying to find
  A difference between right and wrong
I have wrestled with the huge tides
  Of my silent lips for so long.

What possible resentment
Can repulse my constricted heart?
My love for her remains unrequited
  And my feelings unredeemed.
I have turned into a perennial nomad…
  Fond memories of mine have gone mad.

All the candid pictures of mine…
  Slipped into a bottle of sordid wine…
You say that you paint dear.
  Can you really paint fear?
Paint if you can paint my love.
Paint if you can paint the shine
  Of a treasure trove.
Paint the earnestness with which I speak.
Paint the dingy horizons
  Of a demonic creak!

Try and discover me now.
Relish the madness of my vow.
Look at me my love here;
 Come in the real name of love.
Play again the eternal harp of love
  And harvest the fruits
  Of guiltless love.
Do not bestrew me like this;
  Time is running out
  For our marital bliss!

Rekindle the showers of faith and trust.
Recolour the lost portrait of love
  If you must.
I got bewitched when thy smile
  Ripped through me.
How can I bear that irreparable loss?
  Will you please tell me?
When in the hand of the other man
  You laid your fingers ten,
I have unplugged the chord
  Of my heart since then!

By Arindam Moulick

- Written on 2 February 1998

- This poem is also featured on the EzineArticles.com website. Click here to read the poem: http://ezinearticles.com/?On-Your-Marital-Bliss!-And-Two-Others,-Three-Poems&id=9266526

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