As a sagely person I know recently remarked, I have no excuse not to blog. While I would like to contest her assertion about me being free and with ample spare time, I do agree that the blog has been in need of a post for quite some time.
Frequent readers of this space, may their numbers rise, will know that most of my writings are rants inspired by the insipidity of the life I lead. Yes, we all complain, but I choose to let the world know. I hope those who accuse me of keeping things in wrap really must read this. Anyway, returning.
This is, what I’d like to believe, a blog about emotions, and occasionally I turn to poetry to give vent to what’s within. This post is an experiment in that direction, because the poem in question hasn’t been written, yet…I will start from scratch, as soon as I do, and see what words and rhymes does The Word conjure up for me.
Without much ado, then, here goes:
Each drop that dropped from her eyes.
Each breath that he took in hers.
A heartbeat that passed in a second.
A moment that stood for Eternity.
If her face could be any softer.
If her touch could be any more divine.
The day we spent on the grounds,
The sun, the breeze, the sky,
All of it spent between your smile,
All of it lost in the glint of your eye.
How life had agreed to be good to me,
How the Gods agreed to stand beside,
Lost I got in the calm of your lap,
Forgetting the sage wisdom of Wilde.
Oh what a wonderful feeling it was.
She was with me, how complete I felt.
Under that blessed firmament.
But tides turn, and time flies,
What was then, is no more.
How could I, then, go on?
Scathe the things that I adore?
Each ray that blinded my eyes.
Each breath that it choked in me.
A storm that choked me for a second.
A tumour that will stay for Eternity.
If the darkness could be a little kinder.
If the omens could be a little more divine.
How life agreed to do this to me,
How the Gods threw me aside,
I begin to search, I don’t begin to find,
O Contentment! Where do you reside?