rajagopal haran

Sun In Conflict With The Moon

Revered by everyone
Is it my Might?
Not stared at and
No footsteps in my landscape!

You are the honey
Coming into every league
Sung by poets
From Shakespeare to Indira!

You wane and Wax
Sweet flushing bride
With phases of Faces
Linger in the minds and savored for life!

No light of your own
Loaned from me in fractions minuscule
Daydreams are dreaded
Are sweet dreams patented?

You are gazed for long
Sandwiching the cool
Between thee and the eyes
What have I done to miss these?

Your proximity nearer
Place in the hearts dearer
Me farther in both
To my dismay and discomfort!

Lovers’ darling ye flower’s parlor
Honeymoon paradise
Wanderer with companions
I am a loner not by choice!

Are you a magician?
To make the breeze trace
In your pursuit of trekking hills
Ho! Am I cursed or banished?

Gentle and cool
Bothered about none
Do you take leave and retire in solitude
As a day’s gap can increase the love for you?

Do you keep the nectar?
Perennial and promising
Not limited to time, caste, creed and space
But pervading the Universe over millions of centuries!

I take to rounds
Not to start the day and end the same
But in search of a soul
To tell me who is the Boss!

Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 29, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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  • Sandra Fowler (7/1/2008 10:03:00 AM)

    Pure enchantment. A magical conversation indeed. Lovely work.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra

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  • Anjali Mandokhot (11/30/2007 11:54:00 PM)

    what wonderful thoughts full of imagery of excellent kind.......how like a kid the sun complaints...i wish sumone could explain this sun that its in awe that it cannot be stared yet we love to be embraced by its warmth........that its light leads to accomplishment of dreams......that night could only exemplify......i wish sumone could question this sun......is there a bud dat bloomed in night or a bird that chirped in darkness? ......and tell it that it is loved by nature and poets whether they sing about twilight or moonlight......all belongs to it.

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  • Indira Babbellapati (11/29/2007 10:48:00 PM)

    honoured...rajgopal...why, this is sheer magic...!

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  • Patricia Gale (11/29/2007 8:22:00 PM)

    Interesting piece...imagery takes one away

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  • Peter Cyril Riloskovic (11/29/2007 1:44:00 PM)

    Very nice poem with pleasing images.

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