Madathil Rajendran Nair

Gold Star - 26,736 Points (3rd December 1946 / Bombay, India)

Jasmine Bud - Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

She came last night
Lay right on this bed
The wind outside my window
Paused its impatient rustle

She slept and dreamed
Soft and cool
Her eyes were dew drops
Closed and guarded
By dense black lashes

Who could venture
What she saw
Inside there
In that prismatic vibgyor
Unearthly images that could be
An envy even for angels heavenly

She slept like a figurine
Chiseled out of the mist
The curls of her tresses
The moon cautiously fondled
Pouring herself like liquid
Through undulating curtain slits

I sat by her side
On nightlong vigil
Moving not lest she awakes
In total adoration
Absorbed in delight
Till I heard the chirps

By when she had been gone
Dissolved like morning mist
Vanished in thin air
Was that a dream?
I can’t figure

Yet, there is this jasmine bud
Left on the bed
Proof for a dream that was real
That had just passed
Pouring sadness in the heart
Oh, what is real and unreal?

I dare not touch the bud
Lest it too vanishes
From my flimsy hold
Wonted all the time to losses alone

Topic(s) of this poem: dream


Comments about Jasmine Bud by Madathil Rajendran Nair

  • Bri Edwards (7/29/2017 12:21:00 AM)


    oops! i spy a typo i made in my previous comment. bad boy Bri! !

    now, from MyPoemList and this page, i am borrowing this gem to place in August's showcase.

    but, alas, due to its length, i shall not give the text to the 'readers' [if any actually READ the showcase! ], but i shall supply a way for them to zoom to this page IF they can follow my instructions and be accurate in entering the poem page's link.

    Thanks.

    bri :)
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  • Bri Edwards (12/5/2016 10:47:00 PM)


    this is very interesting:

    She slept like a figurine
    Chiseled out of the mist
    The curls of her tresses
    The moon cautiously fondled
    Pouring herself like liquid
    Through undulating curtain slits
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    By or But? ....By when she had been gone......i don't know. hmmm?

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    Wonted all the time to losses alone .......i'm not used to using or seeing used wonted. even with the following definition, i don't understand the last line of the poem.

    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    wont·ed
    ˈwôntid, ˈwōn-/
    adjective literary
    adjective: wonted

    habitual; usual.
    the place had sunk back into its wonted quiet
    synonyms: customary, habitual, usual, accustomed, familiar, normal, conventional, routine, common
    he retreated to his wonted solitude
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    i'd whip out my phone and take a photo or two or three of the bud. heck, i would have taken a photo or many of her!

    bri :)

    tell me this really happened to YOU! to MyPoemList.

    Vibgyor was a stumbling block for me and i had computer problems so didn't find what i wanted about it.

    Here may be the most satisfying meaning i found online:

    there is no meaning toi the word - VIBGYOR. it is just a short way to remember the colours in the rainbow
    v-violet
    i-indigo
    b-blue
    g-green
    y-yellow
    o-orange
    r-red..............................BUT, HECK! that doesn't help me with the poem! ! ! ; (

    Or are you suggesting that the colors of the rainbow, formed by a prism breaking up light, were in her head? ? ?
    well, why not? it was probably a dream anyways, so...........anything can happen in a dream!

    bri :)
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  • Anita Sharma (9/25/2015 12:26:00 PM)


    beautiful write..liked (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (4/10/2015 1:45:00 PM)


    A Beautiful poem flowing between dream and reality. May be a dream could be a reality or a reality could be a dream. Beautiful imagery of words. Beautiful lines...

    She slept like a figurine
    Chiseled out of the mist
    The curls of her tresses
    The moon cautiously fondled
    Pouring herself like liquid
    Through undulating curtain slits

    Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it.
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  • Rajesh Thankappan (4/8/2015 10:41:00 AM)


    I love this poem since it stands in the the junction of dream and reality. If the dream was a reality, the bud is the proof, which however is quite unlikely! But if the dream was a dream, then the bud too is a part of a dream! (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (4/4/2015 4:41:00 PM)


    Wonderful imagination of dream and reality. A poem with beautiful flow. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (4/3/2015 12:27:00 AM)


    What a beautiful fantasy! Sometimes we are unable to distinguish between reality and illusion..... But the jasmine bud on the bed..... how can we explain it if it is just a figment of imagination! Here you have ingeniously fabricated a dream, giving it a semblance of reality! Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (4/1/2015 10:02:00 AM)


    What a lovely and beautiful poem! ...................................10 (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/31/2015 4:28:00 AM)


    Very nicely presented. Best word choice. I like the lines...I dare not touch the bud
    Lest it too vanishes
    From my flimsy hold
    Wonted all the time to losses alone Deep feeling. Many thanks sir......10/10
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 31, 2015


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