Unexpected, a surprise
Of treacherous beholding
Crept silently behind my back
Only to fall right ahead of me
Blinding me
Visibly far sight was gone
A sudden void
It meant to crush from within
And it jolted all that was still benign
Time spun before my eyes
It chimed nostalgia
The broken ties
The reckoning bond
The severed state now
It all seemed believable, like I knew it all along
But then time and again I feel for that laugh
I fell for the sheer honesty of it, the brilliant charm of
it all
I remember the laugh
In my ears, in my eyes, every moment I go on.
And now it is but a careless surmise
That devastating world of ours
That will live until I do
With me,
Juvenile like the self
A little something you wouldn't again care to find
Something of your own making, but seldom mine
Something I longed for,
Then wished to revel in whenever I’d find...
A splendid glory’s might!
Alas!
You exit,
Yet I find
Belonging
Bondage
And pride
Another of your gifts, perhaps
If only they lent time...
Time flies they say
And I see how, very clearly now
And maybe so do you
‘Ola birdie!’
You have your wings,
You must fly, I realize
I no longer own my niche
Neither the feather of your being
I have no choice.
I have no choice.
Farewell dearest!
I see you chirp
I vision contentment
I saw you in my dream the past night
You must stay so
I have never wanted anything more.
And while you’re gone,
My sky has closed in
I bid my last
Just one for you,
Remember I remain, living that laugh
Somewhere, where you can always find
A niche in your beautiful mind.
Ah! Beautiful and painful. A wonderfully melancholic read, marked with sadness and pain, yet never too vocal, profound yet subtle.
ReplyDeleteThough it may not be true, your last three posts reads in continuation. Starting with "Darkhaast", following it with "In Empty Phrases" and now "Unexpected Last.". Even though my comment on "Darkhaast" is missing, I hope you would know what I am talking about. It reads like a lover's complaint and also a request (which the name clearly indicates). A request and a longing for something which turns up "In Empty Phrases". Though I do not explicitly say what this "something" is, there are quite a few interpretations, "Unexpected Last." marks the third phase of this trilogy.
While "Darkhaast" ever so tenderly lays out all that one wants, all that one requests, "In Empty Phrases" jolts the reader with turbulent thoughts. It shakes up the tender images conjured by "Darkhaast" yet there is a "slight quiver of belonging". And then "Unexpected Last." as the name says, comes unexpectedly like a blast of cold chilly wind, freezing your reader and evocating such pathos and pain in them. The reader can feel so much...
"Time spun before my eyes, It chimed nostalgia" gathered from the "Shattered bits of memory", the insignia of the laugh.
"Something of your own making, but seldom mine
Something I longed for, Then wished to revel in whenever I’d find..." Beautiful! Brilliant! "Another of your gifts, perhaps
If only they lent time..." Ah! This line! If only they lent time, indeed. If only they lent time...
"‘Ola birdie!’" a line to die for. Beautifully heart wrenching, stabs so painfully. Loved it. And the last paragraph in itself, so tender, so beautiful, so full of melancholy and pain.
The entire poem reads in phases, the shock and the horror, the realization and the nostalgia, the longing not expressed in its usual way but as letting go of things one wants, the desires and dreams and all that is in the heart, in the last paragraph. Subtle and beautiful.
An epic trilogy, very very nice. Lines to die for, I would gladly.
Great work!
P.S: I wonder if the full stop in "Unexpected Last." is deliberate? Like a subtext message to your readers or more for the self? Like dreams from the past and an end.
It is a beautiful complex work, which is worth every praise that has been given to it in the above comment. A couple of things I really liked about the poem being:
ReplyDelete1. The skilful word play.
1. The use of contradictions and irony, a personal favourite which I always look out for, while reading.
3. The simplicity of statements and words intricately poised in the poem, such as "ola birdie".
etc.
I hope to read more of such work. :)