Late reflections

They Leave us, those charms of life

What stays behind, is a ceaseless strife

Between memories unforgotten, and oblivious despair

Still we breathe in its tepid air –

Life is all about forgetting that which passed, they say…

Hence we move on, and to our dismay –

We wonder where to Life is getting..

Whether its worth the obliteration, the forgiving, the forgetting.

There

There! I saw you there last night!
Inward, where my angels I keep;
You weren’t changed a bit, only a difference slight—
Once there, each morning I awoke - Now there, in sleep.

Why! you looked just the same,
Why couldn’t I tell it was you?
Dear, So ill of me! So lame!
I could see nothing but the blue.

And hushed, you passed by me,
Echoless, you slipped away,
Never could I hear, Never could I see;
How overlooked in my way-
My beating heart, as crushed it lay.

Tell me, oh lost one;
Whence did you stray?
What came upon you to abandon?
Why, my dear, could you not stay?

I ask the skies each night
To confess their secrets, kept pristine;
Sweet or sad, wrong or right.
Hoping there would be some light, in oblivion passed unseen.

Some light that could lead me—
To where you now dwell
Some light in which I could see;
If everything with you is well.

--As well as it used to be,
Back when dreams were dreams;
Back when I had you with me.
Back when I did not long to drift, along those drifting streams.

And I was mundane, and you were too.
And to our pains, we lent little heed
When we could forget, and start anew
Back when I could laugh, and happily so to death bleed.

Homecoming

Night, this night, how pleasant and sweet!

There stand in the vase pristine and neat—

The roses, giddy, with fragrances their own

No flower stands withered, no leaf alone.

The hours, they glide with sanguine bliss

As enamored, as love, as quick as a kiss!

The firelight makes merry, joyous and warm.

And the darkness comforts, so unusual it’s form!

The furniture lies bare, smiling, content.

The moments in gladdening apprehensions are spent.

The mind stays engrossed, in thoughts good and fair.

And the heart finds peace, ah! such delighted air!

Night,this night,something lovely about this night.

All nights are dark – this one, bright!

Let, dear god, let this night be

Let me be here, away from me.

And from all that I love, and owe my life to.

From all the happiness I had, and the pains I went through;

When I loved them and lost; god, for the tired heart’s sake

Let this night stay, for I love nothing about it, it will not ache.

Of an unfinished Dream

And so I dreamt by the edge sweet
of a brook so blue--
A dream that was incomplete;
and incomplete it came true.

What I saw, I could not tell
t'was lovely, t'was pleasing
And I felt my heart compel
And my heartbeats ceasing

I saw the days untired
And the nights young
Little things I desired;
To pretty branches strung.

That dream, I say, t'was incomplete
and incomplete it came true
Until I woke up to the morning heat;
To the morning heat, and saw you.