Oh! find my Magnum Opus below
I wrote this poem long, long back. A friend asked me to put it here, and here it is..
(The pic above is from the internet for which credits are due to an unknown)
Read on…
The dreams I dreamt..
It happened one night, and it happened so
I was alone and grim, but luckily though
The chill in the wind, the sleep on my mind
Crafted a vision, let my fantasies unwind
And so I witnessed, with the inner eye found
Two love stories of separate worth
Of the lake and wind on the Earth
And the moon and sky on Heaven unbound
A view this lone poet alone could enjoy
Hiding from Gods, the moon romanced the sky
They flew into his kingly mansion
With starry ceilings and floors of cloud
Amidst walls of emotions, on the bed of passion
Where steady eyes heard the heartbeats loud
In that moment of ecstatic charm
They leaned towards a mutual bliss
He held her face in the cup of his palms
And met her lips with parted lips
And below that Heaven blossomed love of a different hue
My mystic vision offered a picture new
The lake looked like an anxious maiden
Waiting lonely, her heart with hope laden
Still eyed and hair braided
Looking far, until the woods faded
The sky was again a meaningless stretch
And the moon just a purple lantern
When wind arrived in a sudden gust
And nearby a gallop was heard
And by the tree stood, on back of a horse
A young man in rusty boots, like soldier from a war
Of his own creed, uncontrolled by Gods or stars
Born into a valiant tribe, how could one then his love describe?
And there he was for whom she waited
A vagabond suitor; the wind, her only charm
Her heart melted behind her virgin breasts
Gorged with blood and beating warm
They watched each other smile, sure of their love
She walked back in mischief,
Daffodils by the lakeside kissing her legs
She held her hand behind, tweaked her shoulders slight,
As if to ask, ‘Do I look alright?’
And he nodded once, and then again, as if to mean a thousand ‘yes’
He robbed the satin of moonlight over the shimmering lake
It slipped until her face, and further, in haste
Tickled his heart and hung by her waist
He caught its end with one hand, held her hand by the other
Then rolled her close, and draped it back
Like morning dew on a fallen feather
Then as the first streak of dawn arrived
It brought with it a hollow light
For all the lovely dreams I dreamt
The morn said they were but a dream
And then I saw the wind leave
Leaves fluttered, and grasses grieved
He ran his finger over her sullen face,
And held her in a tight embrace
He kissed her hand, staring into her eyes
And climbed his horse in a careless rise
Motionless they stood for a moment, and then in a final sway,
He pulled the rein, and galloped away.
Is happiness absolute,
Or has God so his cards laid
That for every ecstatic instant
Remains an anguish to be paid
What causes that fear, that feeling of destruct,
What negative in my soul does such thoughts construct
Why that dream ended sad
My heart and I could not find
And suddenly, again from the horizon wide
Someone unknown did answers to my doubts provide
God is an architect, of hope and strength,
And purposefully does such thoughts entwine,
The joys and sorrows are part of an eternal design
A divine test of a relationship divine!
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April 7, 2009 at 7:48 PM |
Hmmm…so you are a poet too!
It was good and romantic, strictly in that order.
April 7, 2009 at 9:51 PM |
thanks bhai.. : )
April 8, 2009 at 6:34 PM |
“Is happiness absolute, Or has God so his cards laid…”- love those lines..
And a very well written poem..[:)]
April 8, 2009 at 7:25 PM |
thankoos : )
April 9, 2009 at 8:04 AM |
woah..! i am surprised…this is a very abstract poem…but the lines look so natural…i love it..!!
April 9, 2009 at 11:00 AM |
Thanks Rashmi,
Just to talk negative myself, someone told me it’s overly sweet and goodie-goodie, which I agree to.
I wrote one open-ended and one dark version too, though I chose the original as most suited for this place
Vaibhav
April 16, 2009 at 6:11 AM |
beautiful composition…soothing one…didn’t realize when my lil brother turned into such a mature poet…jus love all these brilliant pieces of ur imagination…God bless u..
April 16, 2009 at 6:57 AM |
ah, compliments !!
bring ‘em, bring ‘em : )
May 31, 2009 at 8:35 PM |
Uhh Huu.
Same tripe..
Typical tiwari style.
Starts ..when u look at something..then u obtrude your thoughts on to the reader ..then few peaks(anticipated one)..and then giving it an end with an abstract thought..
Long way to go ………………..
June 1, 2009 at 9:56 AM |
bagra…
yeah! that’s what my writing scheme is … u know me : )
June 1, 2009 at 4:57 PM |
Sorry tiwari Bhai for my rude comment..
Its an excellent piece of poetry..
But no doubt you are capable of writing better than this..its only your usage of “Magnum-Opus” that is incorrect.
June 1, 2009 at 6:07 PM |
hmmm…. looks like I have a kinder opinion of my works !