Cognizance Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

Cognizance

Rating: 5.0


Cognizance
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What goodness in romance retained
When after in love
So much love drained
So much emotion wasted
For reasons known to none
On a fine spring morn
Not an epistle but a notice
Carrying words of autumn
Reached him with no muslin

A tale of two loving birds
Coming closer and closer
To make a model flower
Out of love out of cherub air
Alas! to be nowhere
And as today's affairs are born
Out of blue out of sudden
How and when it all happens
To all is quite unknown
Touch the screen love is born
Whether you are in east or west
Emotions play its cunning best

It's good to check one's antecedent
But where is your time
To think it not the least
Since you are in love
Left, right, rear and front
All seem alike and aright
And in no time you are seen
Tying the knot
And in no time you are seen
Walking along a quiet street alone
When eyes meet eyes
You look down and down into abyss
Where the sun imperceptibly smiles

And I looked at the silence,
Got answer without hurting your eyes
And the following day
When the world was aflush with sunbeams
You came with sunset
A notice imprinted in dark inks
Impeaching you to be a fool
Living in a fool's paradise
Guilty of stirring love's molecules
The love we loved was not a love at all
Hence separation appealed
An ash without fire is a riddle
And I longed to know the reasons
And he was looking into the sky
Into the far sky with blank eyes………….

Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Salini Nair 25 July 2014

An ash without fire is a riddle................. love nowadays beautifully crafted....very nice

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 24 July 2014

And in no time you are seen Walking along a quiet street alone When eyes meet eyes You look down and down into abyss most wonderful imagery of a relationship gone sour.

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Valsa George 23 July 2014

This is how modern love begins and ends....! In the speed of a wild West wind, love blows leaving one head over heels in love, but like a tempest it sweeps away and annihilates peace of mind and all finer sentiments and subsides leaving behind only wreckage in its mad fury! Beautifully portrayed the sporadic birth and death of love! I give you a 10

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Gajanan Mishra 23 July 2014

the love we loved is not love, very true, great one..

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