A numberless sheet of sterile stars
strewn in the sky are no match
for the Sun and the Moon in love;
Stars twinkle but like a mottled mirage,
dissipate sporadic surges of light,
devoid of heart to eclipse and envious of
the Almighty Sun
which continues to burn in the fire of love,
radiating an aphrodisiac stream of light;
A giver of life, the sun is a power house of fiery love,
bestowing tranches of love with unparalleled generosity upon his beloved Moon, to keep it ever smiling
during the lonesome nights;
the Sun and the Moon are like two eternal lovers
destined to keep circling in the cosmic terrain,
and the Sun, overjoyed with the intermixed ecstasy of love,
gently whispers his compassion to the Moon ,
and the Moon approvingly nods as a token of
endearing consonance of self-surrender,
their hearts anxiously swing with the joy of meeting and imbricating each other,
but the heavens villainously turn their wishes into smoke,
the jealous earth intervening like a vampire wont to suck and enslave,
keeps the cross-fated lovers eternally apart;
lips sighing, hearts crying, the two ephemeral lovers finally succumb to the gloom of eclipse.
All the stars and meteors in the sky
watch the couple with awe and envy.
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Poetry: The Hateful Darkness of Estrangement
when hearts change, looks also change,
eyes reflect a dead man's pupils ;
the gazelle glance seem to abscond
in the dark vacuum of estrangement.
Fooled by the blind love for her I must be
as I failed to grasp the reflection of her eyes
the last time I met her.
Those sweet eyes had changed,
that lovely look had gone
all visionary joy had vanished;
she and I saw each other
as if I looked in a mirror
and she posing the back of it
over shadowed by a treacherous umbra,
surrounding two black holes.
like the ones astronauts find in the cosmos;
Oh, how devastating her looks were,
murderous enough to kill a horse!
I had but to ask her gently
to take off her looks from me;
to spare me from the indifferent glance
that had never been the hallmark of those eyes,
I might have failed in love
But my love still persists for those eyes-
the like of which no stars had been
until the last moment
some dark cloud overwhelmed them
with the hateful darkness
of estrangement for me!
eyes reflect a dead man's pupils ;
the gazelle glance seem to abscond
in the dark vacuum of estrangement.
Fooled by the blind love for her I must be
as I failed to grasp the reflection of her eyes
the last time I met her.
Those sweet eyes had changed,
that lovely look had gone
all visionary joy had vanished;
she and I saw each other
as if I looked in a mirror
and she posing the back of it
over shadowed by a treacherous umbra,
surrounding two black holes.
like the ones astronauts find in the cosmos;
Oh, how devastating her looks were,
murderous enough to kill a horse!
I had but to ask her gently
to take off her looks from me;
to spare me from the indifferent glance
that had never been the hallmark of those eyes,
I might have failed in love
But my love still persists for those eyes-
the like of which no stars had been
until the last moment
some dark cloud overwhelmed them
with the hateful darkness
of estrangement for me!
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