Retreat Poem by kunjubi varghese

My lost dreams! you have set

A throne for me full of woes.

My lost paradise! You have weaved a

A crown of thorns for my pate.


Spring and summer is gone.

I see the dead dried leaves in the earth.

Winter is cruel, though it leaves

Some moisture on the leaves..


The heart is in agony

For the deceit of my love.

My life goes on and on

Like a corpse walking in sunshine,

Without shadows, solitary.

May be there is no semblance of reason

For the lies; to toss a life into spasm

Of cruelty, of this maddening world.

A fog of confusion dawns on my thoughts.

Of treachery, of cruel minds;

And a prescience of despair,

Filled with a longing and desire

Of lost love and dead dried dreams,

Muddled in fantasies;

An imbroglio, desiccated memories.



Oh! I hear a lullaby far away

Of a mother, singing her child to slumber.

My heart yearns for such a soft prelude

I used to hear, when I was a child,

And my mother sang for me.


Wish I could live again my infancy,

And cling to her soft breasts and brood

And coo, looking into her soft blue eyes,

Away from this dreadful world;

A solace in the weariness and tedium!

I will fill up my heart

Brimful with your silence

And keep still with patience;

Await for the fragrance of your touch

When you embrace me, again

Holding me in your arms

And once again my life blooms….