Spinning eyes, pretty lips,
Golden strip
Presence sign of purity,
In the Closest of divinity,
Gave me a sound completion.
She was an Angel
Appeared, rendered and disappeared.
Clouds here and there
Tension everywhere, meet nowhere
Love, waiting for love not for love.
Beauty is culture, tradition truth,
Keats with Art, here its for love.
Dilemma in mind,
Split in personality,
Physique in love, psyche in tradition.
Neither can I leave,
Nor can I live,
Leave can live my actions,
No one can solve my fractions.
Oh! Lord of seven hills how shall I tell you....
Those were the pearls,
Which were her eyes.
The autumn leaves fall,
They say nothing at all.
Broken heart, addicted in disorder.
My heart dissolved within,
Like butter on a hot pan.
Emotions felt in tranquility,
Tranquility experienced reality,
Reality gave nothing; off course nothing dear.
Happiness She gave,
Buried me in a grave.
I found happiness, filling my emptiness
Seeking to nothingness
Toughest chemistry darling.
Day and nights pass in memories,
Bogus start and unpolished ending.
Hours spent were few, still
Eternal happiness
I knew from new.
Her smile, vision and utterance,
Cherish and nourish my destiny.
Name in veins, remembrance in strains.
Yet, far I feel till my last breath
One man, one Name one love.
Only and only one love.
She haunts and hunts my nights,
With her giggling and fragrance of air,
Such images are in cage, in care.
Nerves working in dual stand,
Punctual tradition, sincere love.
Who is She? Who am I?
My soul sounds, rounds and bounds,
'To Knit Fate's thread
I can't chop tradition's thread'.
I wish to teach this poem to my M.A students for their Practical criticism question where they are supposed to do the EXPLICATION DE TEXTE as Geoffrey Leech suggested...as this will give me an opportunity to read and re-read this poem so beautifully composed...images, sounds, rhymes, stanza forms... and the expression with the word-play...thank you for sharing it with me.
Strong heart in writing you have and a beautiful mix and rhyme with your words seems to all come together and form a story Outstanding!
A delight to read...clearly a very passionate verse. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your writing is good keep it up. This poem shows how much you will respect your tradition. And also your love