Once,
you were the Sun -
all fire and heat and
glorious warmth
And I,
the bashful sky
blushing scarlet
as you rose.
Once,
you were the waves,
battling the deep sea's pull
in pursuit of me -
Me -
the stretch of sand
eternally yearning
for your return, your salty kiss.
Once,
you were the breeze
carrying whispered nothings,
murmurs and sighs
And I,
the adoring cloud
drifting along with you,
for you.
But
"once" is a day
that ends now -
Now
that I see:
You are only the horizon -
A line
that I believed was
the end of my world;
A line that never was.
you were the Sun -
all fire and heat and
glorious warmth
And I,
the bashful sky
blushing scarlet
as you rose.
Once,
you were the waves,
battling the deep sea's pull
in pursuit of me -
Me -
the stretch of sand
eternally yearning
for your return, your salty kiss.
Once,
you were the breeze
carrying whispered nothings,
murmurs and sighs
And I,
the adoring cloud
drifting along with you,
for you.
But
"once" is a day
that ends now -
Now
that I see:
You are only the horizon -
A line
that I believed was
the end of my world;
A line that never was.
Written during the Chevayur sub-district school youth festival, for the English versification contest. This was probably the most agonizing poem to write, and the stipulated time period the longest two hours of my life. Couldn't see a better direction towards which I could steer the poem, couldn't find the right words...
It may be the Longest Hours of Your Life..but the Poem is simply awesome.. :)
ReplyDeleteWow. Thanks.
DeleteHere is what I have been waiting for.. Its b-e-a-utiful.. :) :)
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write. It is very different and somehow very deep.
Keep writing.. :)
Aw, thank you so much, Arpitha! That was heart-warming <3
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I don't understand why you're saying you couldn't find the right words....
ReplyDeleteThis poem has all the right words...its beautiful...you should write a book of love poems..yes!
The right words used to come with little effort; writing this one was like pulling my hair out of its roots. Just a feeling I could've done better, that's all..
Delete... Thank you, Vinaya, for your kind words. A book of love poems? Seriously? Love is a topic I seldom broach, because attempting to write about gives me an acute sense of the inadequacy of words.