Adieus... Poem by kunjubi varghese

There is no dispensation for love,

To a maiden who is entitled only

For a mound of earth in the end as her grave

For her eternal rest, and no rights allowed

To have even dreams, while alone.

My heart has turned into a book

Already eaten by white ants,

And could become dust any time.

When I say farewell, I have only

One memento left in me.

To give you, when I bid farewell at last;

A mind dried up of dreams, and,

A soul made destitute.


There are thousands of meaningful meanings

In the words, we have kept unsaid.

I am carrying the stinking rags of dreams

Which we shared unknowingly through withered

Lonely desolate nights and silent moments;

Carrying it like grey and pale dreams.

What is left undone is the slaughter of those

Dreams and I have to undertake that

And lay a wreath on it.

And we both part our ways in two directions

Without saying any more words!

Adieu…