Beata Elizabeth - 1970
Beyond time's wall what scene is set
Eden's wish whet? or Lethe wet?
As wistful look closed book perceives
Time swallows all while beauty grieves
At evanescence, doomsday met.
Entrapped all mortals are, beget
Life for a season, for fall's leaves
Inters as dust all Man conceives.
Zero sum rule of thumb, each bet
Alas seems, double-b[l]ind roulette
Ball calls black wrack while victim heaves
Extenuated sigh, bereaves
The search for traces all forget.
Here dawn's in pawn, by dusk paid debt,
Bloom sere on stem, threads interweave
Events and causes, petty peeve
And high ideal peel off, Death's net
Takes all, calls bluff, rough, smooth, soothe, fret.
Awake, asleep, deep, light, believe
Each reaches for some signed reprieve,
Life answers dreams with epithet
Inane as pain, disdain, pour. Yet
Zoom in on sundial: none achieve
Autonomy, life's make-believe
Behind mind's phantom mime, cold sweat
Extinguished soon as amorette
Turns just dust, rust no soul retrieves,
Hurt heart outpoured ignored, jet set
Beggars share unredeemed regret.
Ephemeral, brief stays deceive
As last-gasp fails when Reaper's sheave
Together binds good, evil, upset
Are plans of mice and men. Rossette,
Exiled, proves faith wraith, baseless bet
Life uploads ere dumb tomb receives
Inglorious remains wreath wreathes.
Zig-zag between birth berth duet,
Add R.I.P. or urned tablet,
Bitter-sweet each journey proves
ETHereal, trace Time removes.
(26 March 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Life's Gamble
Thin red deadline dividing debt
from freedom's thread fails, hammer falls,
hope lies, shattered, heart upset.
Assets scattered, what recalls
joys' flashbacks, options carefree met,
when ambition's promise palls?
It's too tempting to forget
future light when darkness calls,
leave trust in trust to others. Yet
although brain's stormed by unkind squalls,
trembles facing fearful fret,
life's slings and arrows, faith's wraith galls,
banks' blank cheque checks, foreclosure's threat;
another chance, another bet?
win spins weal's wishing wheel from rough,
scales tough jail walls, calls fate's bait bluff.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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(Choices Poem) Circumstances Unending
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
To let the one you love go for the better
Or the happiness of poverty in suffering
Like a mother choosing for a child
you must make the decision out of true love.
Forever the greater good.
The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes.
Only if I could see it that way.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
When you do such a thing their is no going back
Chasing after something you threw away.
All in a attempt to be the better man.
The homeless playing a game of kick the can.
Nobody ever wins.
It is to pass time as it will always do.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
Regret and bitter
Feelings that will never sit well with you
Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged
She is gone.
Forever a bad choice.
That you wouldn't want to change.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside.
The things you try to bury and hide.
At one time you were happy.
At one time you smiling and so full of spirit.
But now you fall into a very empty depression.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
No one will come and pick you up.
If you fall it will be you last one.
Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call.
Duty and service is all you've ever known.
And now a world sits before you.
And still your all alone.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Life And Time
if life is a book, then time is pen--writing pages of life journey;
if life is a piece of white paper, then time is color--painting more colorful life journey;
if life is a long river, then time is surging waves--pushing forward of life journey;
if life is a tree, then time is pieces of green leaves--enriching life journey;
if life is a door, then time is just the key--opening new start of life journey;
if life is a cup of coffee, then time is a bag of condiments--flavoring into life journey;
if life is a scene of tv play, then time is nameless leading role in it--performing its own speical and unique life journey;
if life is a oil painting, then time is its palette--rendering life journey;
if life is a fast horse, then time is its running greenland--carrying load of life journey;
if life is a greenland, then time is spring rain--moisturing nutrition of life journey
...........
this is ur own life, a life which only belong to ur own, ur sepcial and unique one.......
poem by Flying Heart
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Nel Mezzo Del Cammin - 1909 - after Dante Inferno
With glass half-full, half-empty questions put
outweigh the answers touching mind or heart,
whether silver spoon boon born, on foot,
each must make peace before release may start.
Who clearly sees through dark glass, darker wood,
would doubtless doubt's dark [t]errors deep repeat,
though hindsight mutters 'should things change, I could! '
Time turns to mock those causal locks would cheat.
More than life's ending, status symbol clash,
despite cards held is how the game is played,
what boots haste win through bluff unthinking, brash,
it loss waste follows, squandered luck displayed.
Can compromise for ethics compensate
when all is said and done upon due date?
With only faith to guide one through d[r]ead door
all outlooks hang uncertainly, life's trip
need not require that there be 'something more'
for all important's life before unzip.
Dawn rose, rose bloomed, before fate's date of birth,
lie still returns to berth will still remains,
while through life's dream theme round horizon's girth
all is in all, pride, fall, ride high, sigh, wanes.
All doors perception senses should be tried,
fears swept aside, have fun along the Way,
faith seems pale wraith when logic is applied
to sojourn's play, what need remains to pray?
From past to future there's a quantum leap,
why care? Joys share, and then prepare to sleep.
'There is a tide in the affairs of men
which taken at the flood' to fortune leads,
omitted all the voyage that they pen
is bound in shallows, fresh misfortunes feeds.
Yet right and wrong, long, short, like yang and yin,
stay sides of one soul's coin, life's fingerprint
expressed, impressed upon life's press, begin
and end bend through one straight and narrow sprint.
Track lost no cost incurs when path is found
through loss of self which self soon rediscovers
through new tack where attack proves fruitless ground,
is grounded till bright insight Way recovers.
'Nel mezzo del cammin' each trip appears
however short the day or long the years.
Dante Inferno
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi retrovai per una selva oscura,
che la diritta via era smarrita.
In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark wood,
for the straight way was lost.
(7 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Adonais
He breaks the spell
Still young and words from
Out this dream of life and leaves us
Sleeping stone rack
Lying consumed by
Phantom pains
And displays of greed
He slips from out this shadowland
And pain where heads grow soft and grey
And age destroys all hope
And spirits crush the men
And hide away
The wordless watch the soft sky smile
And breathless hear the low wind sigh
What death will join
No more let love divide
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
Open your eyes and be with me
Be with me..."
He breaks the chains
So young disspells
The hateful shades
Of treacherous time
Leaves us sleeping
Tortured mute
Devoured by ghosts
And dreams of life
Slips through ties
And dust to be the world
We dream he lives apart
But everything we feel
The young and beautiful
And brave of heart
The wordless watch the soft sky smile
And breathless hear the low wind sigh
What death will join
No more let love divide
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
Open your eyes and be with me
Be with me..."
"dream yourself awake" he calls
"an eternity awaits us all
Open your eyes and be with me
Be with me forever...
song performed by by Cure
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Lifes A Journey
I say life’s a journey, because life’s something we have once and everything we do and say is something we can’t go back and change. So I look at life as a journey. That I have to live full out, with no regrets. I don’t have time to live in the past or think about all the bad things. Almost all human being takes life for granted, and I don’t want to be one of those people. So I promised my self to never ever live with regrets, so I try to do whatever my heart tells me. And I try to stand up for all my believes, and I can’t do that if I live in the past or with regrets. It’s a waist of time,
Because life’s a journey.
I usually say if you got a dream go for it, because giving up on a dream is like giving up on life and giving up on life is like sitting and asking god to die. I know it’s hard to go for your dream when people tell you, that you won’t make it. So I just tell my self, whenever I fall I get back up, because I won’t give up without a fight.
Because life’s a journey.
What you’ve got if you don’t have faith, I know it’s hard to hold on to, when we live in a world like this. But I always hold on to my faith and my hopes.
My believes is what often keeps me going,
Because life’s a journey.
Life is hard, we all know it isn’t fair but I say stop worrying about what you/we don’t have and appreciate what you/we have. Because whenever you/we have a bad day someone else has a worse day and in worse case someone might be dying,
Because life’s a journey.
This world need some love, I know it’s easier to hate than love but at least could we try to respect each other. We would get so much more out of this journey then, I really believe that. Maybe sometimes we should just start to think about our self’s than everybody else. Because if we keep hate on each other, we will soon see world war 3, and I don’t think any one wants that to happen. I wish we could all respect each other, black and white, blue and yellow, bigger and smaller. Because at the end of the day we all human being on a journey that can end any time. It’s sad but it’s true,
Because life’s a journey.
Life’s a journey till the day it ends and when it ends there is no looking back or taking back. We had our changes only doomsday will show us if we wasted our time on our journey or if we enjoyed the journey and appreciated what we had. When we are at the end of our journey that’s when we have to face death. Many people forget we have to die because they might be afraid, but I’m not because it’s a part of life.
Life’s a journey till it ends.
poem by Precious Mason
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Downfall - 1053 - Current Version of Fallen is Star
Fallen is star which once brightly,
there clear in fair firmament shone,
no trace now remains as Time lightly
grieves sleeves, life's sheeved leaves ever gone.
Love's star which once seemed infinitely
to bloom beyond tomb meets doom, dumb,
as sentiments sent expeditely
to Lethe mock joyride's vain sum.
Dreams' themes lie unechoed, contritely
one wonders what might have become
if fate had dealt less reconditely
ere great expectations succumb.
Whosoever would compromise slightly
with principles life's staff has spun
must offer impression unsightly
some pity, some spurn, and most shun.
Ideals threading vision so knightly
no gleam still retain - what begun
in trust unembellished rusts, rightly
forgotten, ignored or undone.
No point in requesting politely
what became of game, quest, aim, fête's fun;
in tatters Fate scatters forthrightly
all trace of race no-one has won.
Though today some may say hale and sprightly
‘tomorrow holds promise' - yet none
would relinquish life's tether held tightly,
soon Time spills, boon numbed, still, distance run.
(1 February 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lines on reading some verses entitled "A Farewell to Love"
Oh, stern indeed must be that minstrel's heart,
In the world's dusty highway doomed to move,
Who with life's sunshine and its flowers can part,
Who strikes his harp, and sings, Farewell to Love!
To Love! that beam that colors all our light,
As the red rays illume the light of day;
Whose rose-hue, once extinguished from the sight,
Leaves the life-landscape of a dull, cold gray.
To Love! the ethereal, the Promethean spirit,
That bids this dust with life divine be moved;
The only memory that we still inherit
Of the lost Eden where our parents roved.
Oh, hopeless bard, recall that farewell strain,
Nor from thy beast let this fond faith depart;
Recall that utterance of thy cold disdain,
Thy doubt of Love, the atheism of the heart.
And on the altar reared within thy soul,
Let the rekindled flame again aspire
And guard it round by all things beautiful,
As vestal forms watched o'er the sacred fire; --
That fire that once extinguished on the shrine,
Gave fearful sign of coming woe to Rome,
As the quenched brightness of this light divine
Forebodes to thee a dark and loveless doom.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Hollow Life
Feeding the fall
I can't help but desire of falling down this time
Deep in this hole am I making
I can't escape
Falling all this time
We come to this place
Falling through time
Living a hollow life
Always we're taking
Waiting for signs
Hollow life
Fearing to fall
And still the ground below me calls
Falling down this time
Ripping apart all these things I have tried to stop
Falling down this time
We come to this place
Falling through time
Living a hollow life
Always we're taking
Waiting for signs
Hollow life
Is there ever any wonder
Why we look to the sky
Search space
Asking why?
All alone
where is God?
Looking down
We don't know
We fall in space
We can't look down
Death may come
Peace I have found
What to say
Am I alive?
Am I asleep
Or have I died?
(Haunting me)
We fall in space
We can't look down
Death may come
Peace I have found
(Something takes a part of me)
What to say
Am I alive?
Am I asleep
We fall down
We come to this place
Falling through time
Living a hollow life
Always we're taking
Waiting for signs
Hollow life
song performed by by Korn from Untouchables
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As Life is Mirage - Acrostic Sonnet
As dusk to dawn succeeds, so death to birth,
Swift arcs the arrow, with the ark of man,
Lost on Time’s sea, while his allotted span
Is soon forgotten, dry-docked, - narrow berth.
For dust to dust returns, earth turns to earth;
Each sickled moon a sickly herald, wan,
Is witness to impermanence. The plan
Spins to Fate’s farce fast ending. Light and mirth
Must fade or jade before they prove their worth.
In earnest, blazing brightly, nothing can
Remain eternal, beacon Hope can’t scan,
And flame as ‘fixèd mark’ – and so its dearth,
Ghost mirage, mocks love’s life and locks life’s love -
End is in sight, flight spent, expressed above.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Light Lifts Life's Temporal Mists
LIGHT LIFTS TEMPORAL MISTS
Serenity sanctions situational satire
melody making amends for mocking or melancholy's
defeating didactic distance, dispersal dire.
Latent light lifts life's temporal mists. Temptation's solely
uncomplemented search, soul speech sold short -
self renunciation and spiritual bankruptcy,
pride ride deciding in place of reason caught
in vain idio[t]syncratic explanations compensatory.
Dreams dissipate defensive disillusions dilatory,
self-confidence enhances enchantment, ire's
importance wanes whie faith wraith fades instantly
fuss dust fears fall to doughty desires.
Thoughts? Fear fiction proves when facts are shown
triumphant, time and tide soon overthrown.
30 May 2010
SXX_EJZ
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I can't wait to see you again... a Poet
life is just a journey, a travel to the world
of inspiration and expectation, where only
the night and the day write each memory
and the horizon of dawn waited you to
come back home
come from dust, return to the dust; breathe
the air, blown by the wind, the wisdom of
time consume the person to lay down his
head to the ground, a vow of death leaves
no regret
so why do life always bereave every
interment tears falling down, to the edge of
pupils drops it break, in the heart that see
laid its way, come my pretty soul, awake
angels glow in the body I shall be alone,
goodbye my little one I return
as I knew, never be the same in the cabin
house I always imagine, in the soil where
I take my shelter leave me not your my
angel in my sight, candle light as it melted
to hot, in the caravan of teardrops I’m glad,
though I almost to be there, my day is
ended, I shall be in one to the ONE
wait me no more; I can't wait to see you
again, lead me to the path in my way, back
in your bosom wisdom heart, for I'm a poet
who can't wait to see you again, complete
my heart and I will be the same in every
poem I make, I'll be your cream
poem by Antonio Liao
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Jelena
Of the imaginations of one's journey on earth,
And the values of the timeless treasures of life;
Jelena, the pure gold of Ophir is about to dawn on you.
Marriage is all that it takes for two to be united,
And love is the main key towards it;
But today is the muse of your love to your lover.
The bed of roses is at your doorsteps and,
With the delight of your hearts to unite as one;
Like yesterday's stories goneby.
Of the quality of the rule of a marriage,
Of the quality of the rule of one's life;
Of the quality of the rule of love,
Of the quality of the rule of a romance;
With the expectations to hold on so high when,
True love comes down on you.
Today is the muse of your love to your lover,
And true love is all that it takes for a marriage;
But to your friends and relatives in time like this,
The hopes and dreams ahead of you matters a lot.
To a special person in time like this,
With the blues of your life to share with your lover;
Like timeless treasures of life with an unexpected package.
The rule of marriage is what unites you two,
Like a colourful occasion with a keen curiosity;
But the treasures of life is full of memories to share with your love one.
Of the past events to the present of things around you,
For you two are now one body;
So try to enoy the latest endorsements which are now around you.
To all that muses and to your lover,
With the marriage bells of love to share;
Jelena, just be yourself to your new life in the name of marriage.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Grace In Retrospect
GRACE IN RETROSPECT
Beauty of raising sun at break of dawn
Forever can’t hold on after it is gone
Beauty of sun setting in to ocean in evening
At the night’s beginning is not forever holding
Beauty of blooming flowers in all different colors
Is only passing pictures before its time to wither
Only grace in retrospect
Beauty of changing seasons for nature’s good reasons
Is only temporary vision of life’s many illusions
Beauty of many events sweet and sad moments
Are only time’s sentiments of ascent and descent
Beauty of life’s birth on this mortal earth
Is faith of truth before time for death
Only grace in retrospect
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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race In Retrospect
GRACE IN RETROSPECT
Beauty of raising sun at break of dawn
Forever can’t hold on after it is gone
Beauty of sun setting in to ocean in evening
At the night’s beginning is not forever holding
Beauty of blooming flowers in all different colors
Is only passing pictures before its time to wither
Only grace in retrospect
Beauty of changing seasons for nature’s good reasons
Is only temporary vision of life’s many illusions
Beauty of many events sweet and sad moments
Are only time’s sentiments of ascent and descent
Beauty of life’s birth on this mortal earth
Is faith of truth before time for death
Only grace in retrospect
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Quieta Ne Movete II
IF one should wake one's frozen faith
In sunlight of her radiant eyes,
Bid it forget its dream of death,
In this new dream of Paradise,
Bid it forget the long, slow pain,
The agony when, all in vain,
It fought for life, and how one swore,
Once cold, it should not waken more;
If hope one buried long ago
Should thrill beneath those smiles of hers,
Should in one's sere life stir and grow,
As in brown woods the young spring stirs;
If, breaking icy bonds of grief,
One's soul should start to bud and leaf,
It might forget in that springtide
How last year's leaves fell off and died.
If from warm faith and hope set high
A lovely living child was born,
With lips more pure than starlit sky,
And eyes as clear as summer morn,
Child-love might grow till one forgot
Old love, that was and now is not--
Forgot that far-off time of tears,
And all these desolated years.
And yet of faith, hope, love, one knows
So well what end the years will make,
If one should dig beneath Time's snows
And wake them now for her sweet sake.
New life may mean new joy; but then,
What lives again may die again,
And to that second death there may
Be no new resurrection-day.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The One...
The one calls out to me in the blackness of night,
I hear her, but do I really hear what must be heard?
Is it her? Or is it yet another charlatan seeking her throne?
Trying to trap me with the echos of such a sweet perfection.
When the time comes will I see that light of love so bright?
Or shall I dismiss it as just another shooting star?
She calls out to me again, for this is what was meant to be,
This heart that has been hurt before must take yet another leap of faith.
Shall I allow another into the deepest darkest recesses of this heart?
Should I display all that I am for anothers aproval once more?
Why I ask I do not know, for the answers live within me,
To live a life without love... Is to live a wasted life...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Solitude - Acrostic Sonnet
Slumped in a chair the worse for wear, there ne’er find hands to tease
Or tousle through these saddened few grey hairs to sorrow ease.
Lost I await to learn my fate yet yearn for Court’s reprieve -
I sink in pain then think in vain, despondently deep grieve,
Turn to the past with flags half-mast, for arteries now freeze.
Up through the years despite the tears, I bubble memories,
Dark night curtails scope, courage fails, and mirage lights deceive,
Enleached into flesh, spirit too, is hopelessness, life sheaved.
Another day I may I pray discover love’s release
Before grim Death withholds all breath, and pulsing forces cease.
Reality strips slave and free before fame’s aim’s achieved,
Of dust to dust, each one of us at last this life must leave
And never more re[t]urn to bore the reader who’d forget
Death has a date with his estate, waits to discharge the debt.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Calligraphy of God
Wet ink. Dry paper.
Words in heart.
Eyes focused.
No distractions.
Quiet. Sssh....
You could hear a pin drop.
Silence!
Silent.
Creativity in play.
Ingenuity in motion.
Silent.
See nothing. See everything.
As light pierces darkness.
Focus.1,2,3.
Flame to dust
Dust to man
Man to dust.
Stop.
'It is good', a voice echoes in eternity.
Day by day, I go my way
Man from ape. I close my drape.
Ordinary man, no superman cape.
That's it! , no more rhyme.
Truth be told this life's a mess.
Been through rough, tough, hell and
back.
'What's life's essence? '
So I search.
Then I find Him.
He who sat at the beginning.
Wet ink.
Dry paper.
Loads of questions.
Loads of hate.
Tons of bitterness.
This life's been a wilderness.
'I am The Artist', a voice whispers.
You're my masterpiece
I mend broken pieces
The one who makes beauty from ashes.
The clock ticks life away.
I wake up to a brand new day.
This life's neither brand nor new.
Try screwed!
Now messed up and fessed up by pain
relationships.
All's crashing! Help!
'You need help? ', an acquaintance asks.
'With what? '
'The weight on your shoulders', she
replies.
Walking on. Mind made up. This is it.
It ends tonight.
Beep. Beep. The ECG sounds.
Back on bed. Plastic on face.
O2 in. CO2 out. Eyes pop.
Still alive huh?
Lonely. Ached. Tired.
Broken. Sad. Depressed. Sane/Insane? /
From the salt of the marrow a scream
echoes in eternity.
'Heaven save me! ! ! '
The cold night calls
The tears fall like rain
Wet ink. Wet paper.
I make all things beautiful in its time
A smirk shows.
Ink continues flowing from left to right
Pendulum swings. Time takes flight.
Found Him. Found life.
For while human beings must be known
to be loved,
Divine beings must be loved to be
known.
Mud here. Mud there. Michelangelo's
jealous.
Yellow here. Gray there. Picasso's green
with envy.
Comma here. Dot there. Stephen King
takes a bow.
For love's written a story
And though it be sometimes gory
And life seems to lose it's glory
Take a minute
And picture being the art of the Infinite
The one who's got no limit
Though we run and chase cars
And life's thorns us mars
And sin sometimes takes us far
From Him who does indeed love us more
than everything
Remember this one thing For us He'll do
anything
Even shed the blood of His son
Even make still the sun
Even make me go back to my rhyming
Wow...I did go back to my rhyming!
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Illicit Love
Are you lonely, my love
the love of your life
loves another man?
Are you in pain, my love
the love of your life
needs the other man?
Does your heart ache, my love
the love of your life
cannot forget that man?
Do I hurt you, my love
when I say to you
I can't get over that man?
Can you accept - my love
the love of your life
thinks of the other man
always, all the time?
No - I am not the other woman
in his life - as nothing works
between us...
yet I keep thinking of him
feel so deep for him
and yes - my love
wish to marry him
bed him and beget him
children...
like every woman does
for the man she loves...
Is it too much of a sin, my love
to love more than one man?
Tell me - my love
why do I need him so much
miss him every moment
of my lonesome life
being your wife
I need the husband in him
And yet - I know
I cannot do without you
I cannot choose him over you
do I forget him
and forgive myself
for the sin of being in love
with two men in my life?
Tell me - my love
how do I do this?
I am directionless...
feeling down and out
my heart in pieces
wish I could share
my life with you
and him.
Too much for the asking
I suppose...
I am being avaricious
and may be impractical
Tell me, my love
when was love pragmatic
when was love logical?
when did people say
love had a lot of rationale?
Love was always blind
blind as a bat
love feels with the heart
mind doesn't work
And here I am, my love
at your door-step
in your home
beside you, in your arms
loving you and yet
pondering over him...
Why did God give me so much pain?
Why did He fill my heart with
adulterous love?
Why did Destiny bring me
to this cross-road?
Why do I have to choose
between the two of you?
Sometimes I feel
that I could do
with neither of you
for both of you
are so precious to me
I cannot hurt one
and please the other...
They say: Love is pure,
pristine a feeling
complete devotion
and adulation
for the one man
a woman always loves
and loves for ever...
but what happens to the love
a woman feels for the man in her life
and the other man outside?
Is it so sinful a feeling?
Is it so detesting?
Do all the women
in this world
love only one man
through all their life?
And all the men
just think of only one woman:
their so-called wedded wife?
So many questions
in mind
for a heart that loves
and loves and loves...
the two men
in a woman's life
Any Answers...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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