Elma, we will never see again
This rain is not mine; I always believed that it’s ours
But I realize..I’m wrong, as usual
Things will never be the same again
There will not be a girl, waiting for me in the church
There will only be the mist and dew in the morning
There will never be a girl to whisper in my ears
There will only be rain and breeze in the noon
I will be lazy again; I lost the song I always wanted to hear
But I will always yearn to hear that feeble voice.
Elma I will be alone, I know you can’t bear it
Even tears have left me, I wish i could weep.
I’m quivering in this frozen rain, these hailstones fall on my heart
No one will ever weave woolen scarves for me
I know you will never knit mufflers again,
Your needles are pricking into my heart
Elma who will kiss away the blood spots from your finger tip
While you weave..
You taught me what love is, but you never taught me how to live without you
I hear the wedding bells; you look like an angel in this bridal dress..
All eyes are on you, even candles can’t replace the glow on your face
You move like a breeze, caressing my soul
Elma please don’t look for me in this crowd
I’m here behind this pillar,
“””””witnessing the parting of my soul”””””
Please,, please don’t search for me in this crowd
I can’t endure to see those tears in your eyes
It’s our fate,
where will I go? All I had to reside was your heart
What will I do? All I knew was to love you
Your wedding is my funeral
I’m witnessing the interment of my love
I’m watching the committal of my heart
I shall go away to emptiness carrying away your whisperings
And the remembrance of your cuddles that soothed my wounded soul
very beautiful... somehow i feel there is something about women and wounded heart that keeps coming up in every poem of yours.. im glad as a friend you put it out , im sad as your admirer that i dont get to read or know more of your writing.
ReplyDeletePS: Noticed the spellings, words are written fully and correctly , glad you are doing that :-)
A beautiful poem indeed but sadly I'll have to admit what Kshema said, the theme seems to be recurring though your "dusk" was quite an exception. As a poet you seem to be distant from this piece of yours. In all other renderings there was a part of you in it. But it must be acknowledged that you are a gifted person and in this piece I liked the part where a bride's eyes is searching for someone else in the crowd. Looking forward to more of your dreams.........
ReplyDeletehi joe!
ReplyDeleteyour writing passes on a very tragic message, each of your writings imply either hate or sorrow. which is good! nothing wrong with it.im not being a critic here. i see that u have gained inspiration from a few films . each part in the blog is either a real life experience or just a fiction. i wud like to believe its not just a piece of your imagination but a " true story". for more ... il call ya.
i find myself unable to leave this page without a comment..yet am speechless... visualising a heart broken Elma!!
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I feel a basket of mist over me!
ReplyDeleteNice feel Reading the lines