It came to me
A poem.
Crept into my
Sleep,
Surfaced in the
Sub-conscious
Tantalizingly
Softly caressing
With a lover’s touch.
I remember smiling
Then shushing it.
It faded.
(Slept on, with me!)
Then why did I feel
A heaviness
A hurt
Singeing, searing
Under my eyelids
When I woke?
Why do my eyes
Seek it?
Why do I feel
That crushing
Sense of loss?
I buried a poem
In the soft loam
Of lost words.
Weary words that dropped
Overworked, but under-used
Heavy with nuance
Staggering, weighed with
Too much meaning.
Lost thoughts, groping
For expression
Mourn that poem.
Other poems come
Squeeze like tears
Through ink
Asking to fill the void.
I give them space
And try to flatter myself.
Attempt to smile
And live.
In vain.
For, it now comes to me.
I am that poem
I lost.
22 September, 2014
Would you believe this crept through eyelids a few nights ago, and left; revisited during invigilation time, yesterday morning. Too nonsensical, surreal maybe. But a goosebumpy personal favourite for me, now 🙂 🙂
September 23, 2014 at 9:02 am
totally get this one.. Loved every word.
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September 23, 2014 at 11:38 pm
Sunitha, thank you for the empathy 🙂
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September 23, 2014 at 9:30 am
This is brilliant. It builds up slowly and goes deep and finally the revelation is in place, in time! 🙂
And ode!
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September 23, 2014 at 11:38 pm
Wow, David, thank you so much!
An ode? Oh my Oh my 🙂
Many thanks!
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September 23, 2014 at 5:10 pm
Ah, beautiful. Just why you should never bury a poem for too long and be sure to share it with us. 😉 😀
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September 23, 2014 at 11:39 pm
Deobshree, 😀 😀
Right then, I’ll unbury it and be sure to share it each time then 😀
Thank you so much!
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September 23, 2014 at 11:09 pm
I read this with a sigh
I think hard and still don’t know why
Can a poem make you cry?
If i say no, it would be a lie
and to write like you I can only try.
Absurd? It is so profound. The journey called life makes you do the burials, some in broad daylight and most in the solitude of the night.
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September 23, 2014 at 11:42 pm
Wow, Govind you do this scribble an honour rare
With meanings, and nuances in your verse, as you share
Such emotion, your quatrain in me does snare
I find your, most truly, more apt than mine were. 🙂
Bad quatrain I know, but I lack that dexterity with words and rhymes you have – so I think the shoe is on the other foot 🙂
Thank you so very much. Such a delight and honour to have your verse grace this one too 🙂
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