Sunday, January 13, 2013

Unfaithful Memories

The lonely moon, its tranquil beams,
Stealthily tapped on the door of my dreams
My gaze on moon, your gaze on me
Fingers twined, but spirits free
We smiled, perched high on love,
The vision, aah, a blessing from above
Confined to the canvass of closed eyes
The mornings make us dry and wise

My heart, the burden of these memories bore,
My dear, we make new memories no more.

Curling arms around my waist,
As I did morning chores in haste,
A peck, a blush, a perfect start,
From perfection, we now depart,
Love is a given, a mundane reality,
Not glorious phenomenon - naive fallacy!
I still peer at those hands in hope
I've always had strange ways to cope

The tapestry of romance, now old and worn
My dear, we make new memories no more

The flowers brought me an instant cheer!
Sweet nothings, I loved to hear.
Your voice so firm, and calm, and deep
Your tranquil lullaby to caress my sleep
Today, a shrill silence gnaws
Your gaze and mine hardly cross
Is this the fate of lovers strong?
Staying together without a song?

We promised our love would be a lore,
My dear, but, we make new memories no more. 

I nurtured, pampered, kept them close
A kiss, a murmur, a simple rose
Their mention now fills me with rage
Was love always this crystal cage?
It will grow with time, you said
My love, with time, your promises fled
Memories, I thought, would keep alive
The glowing flame which threatened to die

They torture now, leave my heart torn,
Why do we not, my dear, make memories anymore?

“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” ― Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli's Mandolin


  1. Your words did transport me somewhere else. How captivating! Keep your pen flowing, keep writing. You are gifted. Genius is tooo tiny a word for you! <3

    1. Naima di! What a surprise? I have always wanted you to come and share your thoughts on my blog. Thank you so much for the encouragement :)

    2. Totally loved it!! I second what Naima di has said. Lovely flow of pen, it is just beautiful!! :)

    3. Thanks Madhuresh. I am glad you came back to my blog, and I value that you take out time and leave feedback on my posts :)

  2. Wow its just beautiful. It combined the words of contemporary poetry with the feelings of all the great poets of the past. I really like the quote at the end, it completes the picture. The poem itself was about a topic that is more or less taboo, its a take on the reality and that is what makes it so... well, Beautiful.

    1. Oh my, that is such a beautiful comment. Thanks! I hope you will visit Nascent Emissions more often, and let me know your views on my blog :)

  3. Whenever I read any poem, some childhood rhythm goes in my head and so happened with this. So pretty it was! Whenever some good thing happened to lovers of this poem, "My dear, we make new memories no more" would come in between. Am sure this happens to anyone. I couldn't sink in the poem because of this line. Clearly, I live in a fantasy world. Where even if someone would stop making memories to with me, I would start making them with friends or myself. We should never be deprived of 'feeling love'- be it with anyone. Not even for a second in life.
    (Weird comment I made. Urggg! Its okay if you wont reply to this. Laugh it off- hahahaa)

    1. You are one brave girl then, I hope the spirit with which you live life never dies then. True, with each sad incident in life, it only seeks to teach us how to brave the rough waters with a smile. It teaches us one new way to be happy. But once in a while, it is necessary to bask in the darkness. I have somehow felt a need to know that route too. Hence these ramblings.

  4. Don't know why but just few paras into this poetry , it reminded me of a Gulzar Sahab's work....

    मुझको भी तरकीब सिखा दे यार जुलाहे!

    अक्सर तुझको देखा है कि ताना बुनते
    जब कोई तागा टूट गया या ख़तम हुआ
    फिर से बाँध के
    और सिरा कोई जोड़ के उसमें
    आगे बुनने लगते हो

    तेरे उस ताने में लेकिन
    इक भी गाँठ गिरह बुनकर की
    देख नहीं सकता है कोई

    मैंने तो इक बार बुना था एक ही रिश्ता
    लेकिन उसकी सारी गिरहें
    साफ़ नज़र आती हैं
    मेरे यार जुलाहे

    Loved the poem though..Pulls us down the memory lane.

    1. Sumit, those are amazing lines. I have read them before, but it seems to be the perfect time to be reminded of them. Thanks for sharing them with me.

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    1. One more comment I wish to make- I love 'Love'. :D
      Weird I am all day. Weirder I get at nights ! ! :/

      It got deleted by mistake. Your blog wants me to get out ! lol!

    2. Oh no. You are a dear member of my blog. It loves to receive you. It just wanted to flash your name one extra time, hence it tricked you.

      You, I feel, should read a poem called - A Thousand Times Over. Its definitely your types.

  6. A tear, a smile, the words above carry it all,
    a memory, a tale, of sweet dreams both big and small.
    My heart felt pleasure, and eyes felt the pain,
    Words dried in drought, emotions flowed like rain.

    In the sea of words, your blog is a pleasant shore,
    I want to read you, more and more.

    1. Oh dear! I do regret not reading it last night itself. Yes, I get irritated with your incessant chatter, but little gestures like this prove your genius. And hence I stick by you strongly.

      Thanks for the lovely words.

  7. I visit your blog after days and what a marvelous read...the poem brought out the essence of relationships in such a profound way it was a delight to read it and I'll come back more often :)

    1. Yay! Welcome back Vrinda! Or should I say Vrinde?

      You are one honest critic, and hence, your appreciation really puts me on top of the world. Thank you!

  8. kabhi mehkte soor, aaj theher se gayee hain... waqt ke saath saath ab wo bhi bichadne lage hai,..

    may be those thorns have helped the rose grow more beautifullllll