Saturday 11 April 2015

She is Words

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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

24 comments:

  1. This is such a magical poem... loved the vibrant imagery & rich use of language here..
    I 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

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  2. 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

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  3. How easy it is to shed tears when we read this beautiful poem. Magnificent!

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  4. This is very touching, specially the ending lines - to read back the words again reminding you of the lively steps ~

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  5. This 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!

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  6. Very 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.

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  7. Words in a diary will hold a special place in one's heart. Very poignantly expressed Sumana!

    Hank

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  8. Sumana this was extraordinary....especially the end. Such a love, such treasured words in this diary to be shared perhaps one day.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  9. Words are very powerful. They impact so much. Thank you Sumana for the enlightenment.

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  10. That 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.

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  11. a very moving poem, Sumana.
    and i like your image about the banyan tree.

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  12. So 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!

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  13. so much beauty and passion in it.. lovely.

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  14. Sumana, 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.

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  15. The poem flowing from your heart, Sumana....evocative...no diary, but some notes written, found so treasured always...I carry with me...

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  16. Like the personification of the moon in this.

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  17. Sumana,

    A 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

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  18. Before the blogs, there's the diary. A reminder that we have lived. Very poignant, Sumana. I heard the longing of both.

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  19. The tragedy inferenced by this poem is heart breaking.

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  20. Very moving, indeed. Brilliantly written, Sumana. You know just how to pull on the ol' heart strings ;)

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  21. 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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