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Saturday, 11 April 2015
She is Words
Those unread words
On the pages of your diary
Call me day and night
I have strength not
To touch or caress them
With all my heart
When the moon whispers
In her silver voice
Do those words sing
I wonder
You loved the gleaming disc
Glued in the sequined sky
The monsoon dance
On the tinned roof next door
Lulled you to sleep
You told me
May be the pages still hold
Those lively steps
The loud summer sun
You eschewed
Your sweetness calmed me down
Are those words made of that cool shade
Falling from the banyan trees
And wrapping up the weary souls
I wonder
Now
You are
Only words
My baby
Shall I touch you
In your word form
No, not now
Come to me
When I breathe my last
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited
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Touched....
ReplyDeleteThis is such a magical poem... loved the vibrant imagery & rich use of language here..
ReplyDeleteI adored these lines:
Shall I touch you
In your word form
No, not now
Come to me
When I breathe my last
When a person is breathing his last breath... a few moments before leaving the world... it is said his entire life flashes before his eyes...
Loved your poem..!!
xoxo
Such a beautiful poem - i think keeping those words sealed and waiting for the moment when they can be shared is both a test of will and an absolute demonstration of unconditional love
ReplyDeleteHow easy it is to shed tears when we read this beautiful poem. Magnificent!
ReplyDeleteThis is very touching, specially the ending lines - to read back the words again reminding you of the lively steps ~
ReplyDeleteThis is a very poignant poem, Sumana, from deep within your heart. It would be hard to read the words in a loved one's diary, I think. But perhaps as time passes it may become easier...and yes, when you breathe your last you will meet once again. That is a certainty!
ReplyDeleteVery moving poem, Sumana. I would also feel awed in front of such a diary. And I like the poetic memories it triggered. It is comforting to know that in the end, you will be reunited. I like the way you have expressed this certainty.
ReplyDeleteWords in a diary will hold a special place in one's heart. Very poignantly expressed Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
Sumana this was extraordinary....especially the end. Such a love, such treasured words in this diary to be shared perhaps one day.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
Words are very powerful. They impact so much. Thank you Sumana for the enlightenment.
ReplyDeleteThat middle stanza does something deep and lasting to the heart... both painful and reassuring... something will be lost, but not completely... Still, it will be lost.
ReplyDeletea very moving poem, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteand i like your image about the banyan tree.
Very lovely poem, Sumana
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, so poignant. Perhaps the time will come, when you will seek her through her words. I love that the sound of rain on the tin roof lulled her to sleep. I so know the feeling of hoping for reunion at one's time of death. I believe!
ReplyDeleteso much beauty and passion in it.. lovely.
ReplyDeleteSumana, your poem confirms there is beauty even in sadness. Through your poetry, I can decipher that you've had a tremendous loss. My heart is with you. Thank you for writing your grief.
ReplyDeleteThe poem flowing from your heart, Sumana....evocative...no diary, but some notes written, found so treasured always...I carry with me...
ReplyDeleteLike the personification of the moon in this.
ReplyDeleteSumana,
ReplyDeleteA diary is such a personal place; it is reserved for ourselves, to recall and review...It would be difficult to read the words of a loved one, in their absence..A lovely, sentimental poem.
Eileen
Before the blogs, there's the diary. A reminder that we have lived. Very poignant, Sumana. I heard the longing of both.
ReplyDeleteThe tragedy inferenced by this poem is heart breaking.
ReplyDeleteVery moving, indeed. Brilliantly written, Sumana. You know just how to pull on the ol' heart strings ;)
ReplyDeletevery powerful!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Beautiful writing. You've mingled the reality of the words with memories and images carried in the heart. Poignant and tender.
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