Lost Love Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair
Lost Love
Sitting in a dilapidated shoddy bar
Looking through the window
There was a train slowly moving westward
In slow motion
Perhaps in there
A girl sat
On a reclining seat
Tears overflowing
In her overcast eyes
Like rain that yearns to pour
On distant mountain-tops
Her love has deserted her
And she has been pushed
By her family to agree
To a marriage
With a robust groom
Who had sinews
But not the romantic streak
Of her lost love
That sang to the stars
Wind, clouds and rain
Poor thing succumbed
To persuasion
Pray let her see
In the sinews and manliness
Of the unsung groom
A downpour of love
Torrential, unabated
So she can sing
In rhyme with the awkward wind
And the foolish rain
Sorrow, pain and forsakenness
But yet an oasis of sheer abandon
Love, music and eternal song
I am the love she yearned
Now languishing in a dilapidated shoddy bar
Eyesight blurred myopic
How sad it is
For a tearful noon
Amen!
What an incurable romantic! The train hurtles forward like time, leaving that chapter of your life behind. Your musing becomes a reverie of storms which sweep all transient things away. You hope the storm gave her something, even as it took something away. All human beings are ultimately swallowed up in time: your reverie of tempestuous time reaches a pitch a of sheer abandon, which you paradoxically wish for her, envisioning an oasis of eternal song in the storm. You remember her through the lens of love, so your blessing is in the language of love. The setting of the shoddy bar (where music is perhaps playing) is strangely appropriate. A glass or two of gin is a trigger for a session of thought. However the session begins, it reaches a pure place...an oasis in the storm of regret and pain. .
Thank you immensely, my dear great poet-friend Denis Mair, for seeing so much in what I penned at the spur of the moment. Yet, I must confess that the pain is real as you have seen through.
Thank you immensely, my great poet friend Denis Mair, for seeing so much into what I penned at the spur of the moment. Yet, I must admit the pain is real. Warm regards.
On being separated, love is not lost.It is always there as the lover's heart cries with rain and wind without pause, but he prays to see his beloved happy in her new home To quote from this lovely poem- - - Poor thing succumbed To persuasion Pray let her see In the sinews and manliness Of the unsung groom A downpour of love Torrential, unabated So she can sing In rhyme with the awkward wind And the foolish rain Sorrow, pain and forsakenness But yet an oasis of sheer abandon Love, music and eternal song
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4/23/2024 11:18:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very nice poem........dear poet