The past is a spoken, written, and learned truth,
Memorable times in wonders, sorrow, and cheer,
Make times of present enlightened in celebrations,
Ah’ a sigh of relief from conscience sprouted.
Times of past, O’ how painful at times they maybe,
Still in the memory of dreams once seen gave,
A bright smile and a twitch in beat of a loving heart,
Such is the pleasantness of wonders of romantic art.
If ever romance ever touched you, O’ reader of verse,
Never leave the heart, soul, and flesh and blood gave,
The beauty of alliteration, rhymes and rhythm of language,
Of the heart with beauty filled that made the moment poetic.
If ever romance gave you fear, O’ lover of verse,
Never sway in the feelings of doubts and conflicts,
For the faith in love always cast the doubts about purity,
But never fear for the truth and sanctity always prevails.
If ever romance filled you in joy, O’ lover of love,
Never falter in sharing every bit of that joy with love,
To your love and never falter in the care of joy,
To your love and to your soul in love shared.
If ever romance gave you sorrow, O’ lover of reality,
Never ever stop the falling tears to abandon your soul,
For, in the shapeless, ageless soul always resides,
Happiness of love of your love who can erase your tears.
Lovers to each other with sun, moon and seas can swear,
Their love and like every emotion love also will go,
Up and down, but when with love of her I want to swear,
Nothing comes to mind as nothing ever will drown,
The love I felt from her heart in every beat of my heart.
The lonely man wets no eyes nor finds no reason to cry,
Am I the lonely man of the era who makes the world weep?
Or Am I the man who in strange reasons becomes lonely?
Ah’ darkness fills into the world where I feel no love,
And nothing brings light to where love dares to venture.
Oh’ Darkness is a place my heart is not used to,
For in it the love for a beautiful soul I carry,
And the world around me, Oh’ I shut my eyes to,
Light not that world O’ soul for my love gives me sight,
Even in the darkness of the world through memories.
Ah’ the world in the protesting turmoil may rise, Thoughts through negative, walk, run, fall and hurt, Give them no room to dream O’ soul for my love for her, Never into the negative fell but brings new dreams to life, A life filled with possibilities, brightness, and charm.
Oh’ how wonderful hope-filled times are I thought, As from negative thoughts I spun the positives of love, For her who into my heart fade in like a fairy, And sings tunes that into my heart that leaves a feeling, Of love through my heart echoes, though I am all alone.
The fading fog of the December morn I watched,
As Christmas days in South Indian towns left dangling stars,
Ah’ as new year brings in fresh feeling when back at school,
Every year I said “If this year is not the best another will come”.
School days gone, College days flourished, Oh’ what wonderful dreams in a heart I wrote, Each other we loved not we didn’t break each other’s hearts. And I said, “Love is an elusive bird who love to hide”.
First steps to earnings, Oh’ job after job I tried,
Failures and abandonment thrilled me in challenges,
Each one at least a question left, for which I answered,
“There is always another way, there is always another job.”.
The world around faster than thoughts collapsed, Dear one departed, near ones for answers looked, Ah’ the childhood dream of a story-teller told, “Another place, away from all, another road will pave”.
The journey to the other side of globe I took,
Mysteries gone, ah’ friendly smiles, heartfelt hugs,
Party filled nights, reckless days, long road trips,
Untiring efforts, the cycle of life took a new face.
Shadows of a dark dream ah’ like a curse followed,
Job after job left me and many jobs I left,
Always in depths of mind what left kindled a new hope,
I always said “Let it go and move on to the next chapter’.
In the aimless plights, ah’ progressed again and again,
Love life, at work I met one, who never loved,
Ah’ I wish I loved her too, but before love ever came,
She made me ask “To whom shall I stretch my heart, next?”.
The gamble of emotions to write and write brought, A lovely face and a talent beyond imagination to my life, Ah’ she made me feel loved but between us love never sparked, As from each other we moved I said, “Elusive birds never like cages.”.
Every moment into my past analytically I looked,
Ah’ always another plan, always another job, another face,
To which I moved, left, abandoned, and fell apart.
And at all those moments a new hope always kindled.
Oh’, that day came when I met her, the charm-filled girl, Every dream I ever saw, Oh’ ever verse of love I ever wrote, Ah’ all to the beauty of her soul and her smile, translated. And about the reasons I write one day she questioned,
I smiled and told “I write because I like you.”
Without hesitation to me she said,”I do not have such feelings,
As I am in my mid-twenties, and you much older”.
The air from my lungs left me astray, heart beat for no reason.
As my senses lost and our differences I missed,
Ah’ never ever to my senses ever came another plan,
No “Who’s next” questions, as my love completed,
But no love for me ever formed to be completed.
Dark shadows filled the dreams in me sprouted, Ah’ when awake a feeling deepened into my mind, As childhood memories shown, whirligig from a string I left, Ah’ at the same point spinning it stayed, like my love life.
The whipped up wind of the western zone,
Cried all over the land try to dry after winter cold,
The leaves of grass stood up and took a shower,
To clean up and wait for pollen to come and kiss.
The world, the life, how I live and how you live,
Ah’ success is a magical phenomenon for our love,
As through spiraling whirlpools our passions drown,
The weeping eyes blur and see no more compassion.
Did life became an unspeakable hoax for you and I,
Oh’ let us live each other than the defined lies,
The world in meanest mockery at you and I throw,
Drown not dear in fabricated mysteries of coerced moralities.
Oh’ all that is said, all that is written, in it all,
Nothing removed, nothing amended,
Ah’ just a new perspective added,
In the core of it all, the most beautiful poetry written.
Salt and yeast in warm water mixed,
Then flour added and brought to a wet mix,
Rested in the warmth of room from noon,
Till sun to the western horizon, moved
As dime-romance made the gypsy lady smile.
The touch of her with dry flour made the dough smile,
Those pretty fingers rolling the dough in a cookie sheet,
Then heated dutch-oven kept a safe guard in the oven,
The raising bread spread the scent of purity all around,
With it spread the blessing she is and her touch of love.
The memory of mine oh’ remembered her smile,
When we ate those bread dipped in fresh warm milk,
Ah’ I remembered my innocence and my eagerness,
To touch that warm bread and to see that gypsy smile,
But my memory still feels comfort in her touch of innocence.
Decades passed, and a century, a millennium birthed,
Oh’ when I wrap my love for a darling girl in purity,
In my soul I churn and forge the deep felt love,
Ah’ the last bit of magic to my love I can add,
Is the innocence I learned from that gypsy lady.
Did I make you feel bitter about me?
The one question from many I felt I asked,
As Spring time outside warmed the frozen lands,
Deep inside mind molten lava took life into conscience.
Oh’ I pray not for the emancipation of my heart,
From the wonders of worldly arts and material crafts,
For one reason, my soul to your love and trust bound,
Though all I do is dance in the rhythm of your silence.
I lived through seasons when love in silence wandered,
I wandered in those days in penance to purify my love,
To you I offered the purity of the purest love of mine,
Maybe the crooked world around you and I became,
The pond in which lilies grew and perfection bloomed,
Ah’ why around my love in doubts you looked dear,
When hearts bloomed in love for each other,
Why we failed in the world where none else but us cared.
Oh’ I pray for the life of yours in sweetness filled,
With gladness of heart and the fulfillment of wishes,
And again and again I swear I will pray,
For me be the best wish that brings gladness to you.
By William Wordsworth Composed 1804.—Published 1842
The peace which others seek they find;
The heaviest storms not longest last;
Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind
An amnesty for what is past;
When will my sentence be reversed?
I only pray to know the worst;
And wish as if my heart would burst.
O weary struggle! silent years Tell seemingly no doubtful tale; And yet they leave it short, and fears And hopes are strong and will prevail. My calmest faith escapes not pain; And, feeling that the hope is vain, I think that she will come again.
Across at the galloping waves motherly eyes looked,
As wave after wave failed on the shores of westend lands,
Deep in her mind a grain of sadness came and sang,
About the pain of a mother who can’t see her only child.
He left the land to sea one dawn, not in anger or sadness,
But for the passion of life not felt in his long life as unknown.
The creeks of the wood annoyed, the splash of the sea scared,
The whirling of the wind to his heart spoke in verses unheard.
Nautical miles pushed him ahead and behind fell,
As many lands, seas, mountains and seasons he passed,
Still when in the corner of the deck he stood he felt home,
Home and a heart of a mother uninterruptedly beats in prayers.
Still in the world of unknowns his life he lived,
Scribbling images in words of things the world seen,
The unusual he expected not, what felt new made him glad,
Then his mind he took off the deck and the sea to a tale.
A tale he wrote about the land where no mountains stood,
Where grass grown high and in the winds from all sides waved,
Like the waves that carried him for a long upon rough seas,
Where the air warm but not hot, cool but not cold, flew.
In the story he wrote he told about a lady he heard,
Who woke up every day and sat on bed and prayed,
For the good of her, good of all who loved her, and peace,
As if her prayers went unanswered into her life a man came.
Man from the foreign lands, who spoke and acted,
Anything and everything other than the ways she knew,
But the kind hearted girl, Oh’ soft to him she spoke,
And the love he kindled many times she blew off.
With his love filled ways through life wandered,
Every memory of her erased the sadness he felt,
And the gladness that came made him smile,
Tragic he never felt as love in him never died.
Traveler about their love day and night wrote,
Their speech and act in many ways enacted,
Oh’ mind a fantastic stage of many acts became,
And every possible ways of their union he wrote.
As about the land they lived he described,
The land by the water ways and many lakes,
Where four seasons birthed and died perfectly,
Where world united as one in celebrations.
And a day came when far away in a land unknown, The ship through sea-like lakes into inlands passed, When they stopped the traveler stood on deck amazed, As all that in his inward eyes he saw, now in real stood.
He questioned himself in soliloquy, “Am I a myth maker?”,
None answered as alone into the busy towns he ventured,
Sitting by the lake he drew the couple of his love story,
Then to many he queried if they know either one of them.
Every answer of ‘No’ in disappointments he took,
And in the morning of the day of his embarkment,
Alone by that lake he stood still in amazement,
Then from behind a soft voice to him asked,
“Am I the one you are looking for?” and he turned,
To his amazement he saw an old lady but still charming,
Held his hand and asked if they ever met,
He answered and explained the story in wicked mind wrote,
She laughed and asked to show the image of his creation, When she saw the man she stood up all stunned and said, “I knew that man whom I met in my mid-twenties, A man of words like you who wrote and wrote poetry,
About the love he may get from me and his love for me, No man I knew loved like him who loved me in all sincerity, But in my heart I never had any love for him so I denied, And even in disappointment he loved me more and more”.
She smiled and continued “I left this town and left him alone,
How long I read his words I can’t say, but one day all stopped,
The man I loved betrayed me and I left him in disappointment,
Then I searched and searched for the versifier for many years.
No sign I found and nothing I heard and about you I heard,
My heart thrived to know if it is him who came for me,
And once more now I know the pain of disappointment,
As I loved the man who loved, now gone from all knowledge.”.
For a long time they both sat and about the man they spoke,
The traveler left the lady and through waters he left,
Seas he passed and oceans once more welcomed his sight,
Far away to his homeland he reached to a motherly happy tear.
To his mother he read the story he wrote and the reality,
A mother in tears at the drawings of the young couple looked,
She said “The tragedies of the world you saw and beauty
Of love you have known, now live in peace of home.”.
When resting out into the sea he looked astonished,
Peace indeed he found at home but they he thought,
About the man who loved in every disappointments.
The lady and never felt the love her in real.
Somewhere in the depth of his mind a feeling he felt,
That love transcended distances and world and reached,
The soul of that man who from far may have inspired,
Him to be the Myth Maker from his travels he became.
By the sun, moon, planets and stars I swear,
I don’t want to feel the love of anyone else but you,
So when I talk to girls, rough I speak, arrogant I act,
Leaving no sign of a dream in their minds about me.
By the graves of my ancestors to the world I swear,
Not to seek the feel of the comforts of this world,
For in spirit the love of the divine constantly I feel,
And the love on Earth that divine love shown, You.
By the beats of my heart that keeps me alive I swear,
Loneliness never will fill my heart as my heart is full,
Of dreams and thoughts about you, that fuels me to smile,
Smile at the agonies, life and world at me may throw.
By the love in my heart I ever felt I swear,
Every bit of your life, given by life, I will celebrate,
Be it the sadness or anger, I will whisper a verse,
To bring a smile in your soul and erase the aches.
Oh’ as the shines of this day to eternal past leaves,
Every bit of life shuts down to rest and recuperate,
I remembered all my vows as my mind I left to sleep,
Oh’ but my love sworn, to be awake, loving you.
Dewdrops in the warmth left by the morning sun vanished, Reimmigrated birds honed their tunes in rigorous practice, Oh’ senses scanned all around for a reason to be unhappy, Back to the half nap, I fell as heartbeat found a new melody.
Soliloquist abandoned conscience and mind away from stage sat, When walking around I hunted the soliloquist and asked, What makes you contented? What brings you peace? And conscience told, repetition refined the negative into a pulse.
Pulse that fueled the fascinations of a fantastic fantasy, In which we grew a garden of Earthly heaven where, All elements of life united and then a touch of soul, Brought in by the senses of you and the one you love.
I left conscience somewhere near the moving stairs,
Even when I crossed the river and drove fast I felt,
The celebration of a myth I carried all through my life,
That none out there can figure a way to love me.
Oh’ many humorous insults about myself I told, And to each joke in many different tones, I laughed, Some I even gave a name and color for me to repeat. Each laugh louder than before, deep in me left an aching scar.
