Groom Of My Conscience Poem by Vivek Haldar

Once concealed by the deep forest,
the path has been hidden in the dark
In to that depth suddenly a voice cried out,
'don't you recognize me',
turning around i looked at that face,
i was trying to remember her,
just not sure what to call her,
She said looking into my eyes,
'I am from long long ago the very same calamity whom you call 'your love' '
The corner of her eyes kept glowing,
like the moon beam blowing at the Pond's bank,
For a while i stood there dumbstruck,
I have seen you as the dark clouds of Baishakh
When i saw you last,
Today i see you as a golden flower of Shravan,
How did you manage to wear away your sorrow when i am still,
filled in my own grief;
She said nothing and she gave out a subdued laugh,
Probably all her tears were trapped in that laughter,
The Monsoon clouds have learnt it,
by their experience on the shiwli flowers,
I asked her 'have you still kept inside you 'my love' for you '
She said 'Just look at my bosom',
I saw that not a single flower had left that garland from my long past,
And, It kept me thinking,
All once which was all mine had not withered,
and yet you had now been rendered as my tired soul,
Slowly she placed that garland over my neck softly,
and held me in an embrace and said,
'Can you recall you have vowed that you will not crave for sorrow
When I will be gone'
Embarrassed i became at that very moment
and said 'yes i did say so',
But so many springs have passed and i was still the broken one,
shedding tears over the spilled milk,
she responded 'The One who was the groom of my own inner conscience have not forgotten me'
I always sit here secretly beneath the shadows,
to get a glimpse of your single smile,
but it appeared that you have ripped apart this path
for your very own life,
I couldn't say more as i kept on looking at her,
with my closed eyes,
She moved closer still keeping me in her embrace,
and placed her lips on my ears and said,
'Please accept me now as your own or else i would die'
I lifted her hand and placed it on my hand,
and with that i kept looking at her virtuous beauty
and the beauty of her hidden soul,
and said 'What an extraordinary form you have achieved now! '
She said still plunging into my own being,
'What was once dying out of sorrow is finally now in peace!
I took her by her hand and we kept on moving into that wilderness,
never to be found again!