Reason For A Walk In The Freezing Rain.

Okay
weekend is knocking at my door now. I love to sit idle after a hectic
couple of days. It took five days (evenings and nights) to write the
following poem. I posted some of the so called “throw away lines” as a
poem in the previous post. You may wonder what’s up with the dates. I
will make it clear here now, the poem starts in the recent past and the
rest is a look back from the future and the poem end in the future
itself. Don’t get confused.

 

The
last poem made out of the throw away lines confused some people. Don’t
take any of my poems as messages with hidden meanings. Someone accused me of doing so. They are poems, in one way I can say, works derived out of my thoughts and perspectives.
I tried to give vagueness to give the poem a universal appeal. It will
help the reader to paint the imagery in his/her own way in mind. There
are events I make up, some from real events of my life or real events
I’ve heard from others to write a poem. Most of the time it is a
mixture of reality and fantasy that were used to write a poem. Don’t
think they are specific messages to specific people. I am going to give
a serious look at most of these latest poems and posts before I do
anything about these accusations.

 

Reason For A Walk In The Freezing Rain.

 

December 21, 2005.

 

There was fog everywhere I thought,

As every image ahead, I have seen,

Into fragile colorless vapor blurred,

Oh’ late I realized,

All those images were unreal,

Abstract painting of a dream,

A dream with imaginary threads weaved,

A dream that should not have seen,

When knowing about the impossibilities,

Of the realization of my love,

Upwards my head I raised,

When from the depth of my soul I tried to erase,

A face that filled every bit of life cherished.

 

December 31 2029.

    In the cold morning winter rain I walked,

Where every corner of the concrete jungle surprised,

In the cold freezing rain, to see a human on foot.

 

A day in its own chaos born,

Dragging a lazy old sun into the life of sinful humans,

Some days I wondered when and where will end,

My murmuring soliloquy from the depths of my soul,

They will never end I know,

Even from my grave one will hear,

The whisper of my verses,

Prayers, for the love of men and women to remain,

Everlasting, even after time demise into eternity.

 

There were days when I wondered,

When will the subject of my verse change!

It will never change I know,

As every line is the celebration of my love for her.

 

On every day of cold rain I look back,

In a path, in all its inappropriateness should have walked,

But the innocence in those eyes, into my eyes brought tears.

 

She lived in me all the time,

She for every new day made me thrive,

The games of life gathered,

For yet another round of gamble,

And into my eyes she thrown,

Hundreds of kaleidoscopic images,

In each turn my soul danced in joy.

Never seen her through the eyes of lust,

As she is the fairness of every bit of love in me,

The gathering of every moment of my future,

Me, the one through the narrow key hole always looked,

And she opened the door to love and life, wide open.

 

She who polished the poet in me,

In the ever elusive nature of her,

And with the vague talks of her.

Every word of her an image,

Every image a dream of mine.

 

With every thought about her, gladness re-birthed,

Deep inside and like a winter storm spread,

Freezing every bit of sadness that danced,

Upon every vein of mine unopposed,

She, from my life erased,

Every complexity with the charm of being the blessing.

She, the one who made every dream of mine,

A prediction of a future so bright,

The light of that future kindled,

Thousands of candles in the present of mine.

 

Oh’ those candle lights through my mind spread,

And weaved the thread of that unrealistic dream,

Oh’ years passed by those predictions,

But left I all those predictions knowing,

The love so undeserving for me and unattainable,

But that light she left in my mind will remain eternally.

 

Now when wiping away the freezing rain,

From the wrinkled up forehead,

A head I always kept high,

In the middle of this crowded world,

Also wipes away unknowing to the world around,

The essence of my precious love from my eyes flowing,

To hide away those tears from the ones,

That loves me from their heart unconditionally,

The only reason through the rain I walk.

Song Update.
Here
is a song by A.R. Rahman, performed by S.P.Balasubramaniam. This is
from a movie in the language Tamil. I know this langauge a very old
Dravidian language one of the best poetic language I’ve ever heard.
A
bit of information about A.R.Rahman. He was born to a father who was a
music composer. Music was his life. His name was Dileep and even as a
kid shown amazing talent in playing Keyboards. His life changed when he
visited a Sufi shrine in Chennai, India. He converted to Islam and
accepted the name Allah Rakha Rahman, later he did music for a movie
called Roja. One song from that movie shot him to hyper fame. Now
A.R.Rahman is the most popular music director in India. His  name
is not just part of  India anymore, A.R.Rahman is the one who is
doing music for the Lord Of The Rings Musical Play.  Here is the
Wikipedia results of A.R.Rahman
This
song in the link is from his 1994 Movie ‘Duet’ I love this song for the
wonderful Saxaphone arrangement. Enjoy the music and have a wonderful
weekend. En Kadhalae