Beckoning. Poem by kunjubi varghese

Come out into the world; you won’t regret.

It is not dark here and I will make you a different girl.

In there you have to face rebuffs and scorns;

And it reflects now in your nature.

To love and leave is not your hobby.

Like the tensed strings of a violin

You spend your days and nights;

You have no recreations;

A touch so light will quiver it and,

Discords erupt in hard feelings.

With that you break the hearts of

Those, who love you and cherish you,

Make me the happiest one in life;

Sure, you can do that with strain.


I was in a rapture

When you said ‘no rupture between you and me’.

So lovely this morn, when I saw you sail past

Clad in that blue Sari with red lines.

Again I heard your pleasantry;

I know the concern in your breath,

Full of love; you’re the one I love.


Can’t you break the clam

Which holds you away from me?

I can’t enter it; sealed and marooned

My soul flutters around it,

Awaiting and awaiting to glide

Away to the blue sky and ride

Among the silvery clouds,

And together we make our haven;

Though others may even scorn us.

Hurry up before the dream vanishes,

Before this moth scorches its wings.


Said you helped me to come out of my loneliness

Yet, when you left me, you pushed me into an abyss.

Said you’ll call me later, but you never did,

And I waited till dawn, and then you never knew.
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