Tuesday, 24 January 2012

LOVE IN THE PAST


Passed are those days when love is like walking flame, 
Not propagated alike as we do now in web pages.

I do not want to go to her, as my teacher’s messenger,
As he tells me to carry a letter to his lady love,
I love him and also honor him, as a teacher,
And he takes small remuneration, teaching me at home,
And I sit down before him on a mat on floor
To listen his lectures on maths and chemistry,
To note down full solution of questions in my copy book,
And I consider him a friend of mine, a revered guide.

One day, he becomes violent to call me strictly
And says me to obey his order even for a price,
I become cool more than what it is in normal attitudes, 
And I agree to honor his feeling for love
That he wants it to share with his beloved one,
And I cannot be barrier to the songs of love, and
I feel something that floats in sense of loving boat 
That moves me to perform the duty of a messanger.

My eagerness, my thinking, my vibrant teen age sense
Make me feel emotions of love, a painter’s work
With colors that is in my heart, common to all,
A beautiful understanding of love and smiles.
And I use to know my freedom to do the job, honest by heart
And I take the closed envelope containing the letter
That rightly embossed with signs of love, well painted
Image of heart’s image that is also my temptation to know
What is written in the closed cover, awakened as teen-ager. 

I feel the urge to meet the unknown lady, 
And I reach at destination as early as I can walk near,  
And I become spell bound seeing her beauty, an angel, 
Who descends upon the earth, waiting for his love,
And I hand over the closed envelope to her.
When she looks at the letter, she is emblazoned with blush
As if her first priority  is to receive the message,
That is sent to her from a heaven that is full of dream
And charm of loving sense for that she is waiting so long
To have her journey to mingle with relief,  from pains,
And she wants feel free, freedom and relief. 

Love is a ride, heart's feeling, inner calling
To touch loving things that she wants to talk about.
And she makes a glance at me, happiness in her eyes, 
She says in clear and confirmed voice,
“Please tell your sir, I love him, and do not open this letter,
Because my marriage has been settled elsewhere, 
And I preserve it all my life as it is a token loving symbol, 
And you are a cute boy, who hands over gracefully this one, 
And I would like to remember my first love the way I want. "

5 comments:

  1. Thank you for your words.

    http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com/2012/01/bound.html

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  2. impressive expressions,
    Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Hello.
    WoW! So beautifully expressed.
    Very touching.
    Thanks for sharing.

    The Jewels In You

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  4. It's an awesome love poem...a deep sense of unbounded love...just loved it...Thanks for Sharing...:)

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