As a guest-blogger at my wife's blog it did not take me much time to decide what should go first. Justice, though long pending, should never be denied. And today I have decided to do justice to that poem, the very first and the last, that I sent my beloved during our courtship days. I sent her this poem but did not get any response, nothing more than mere acknowledgement of receipt. The reaction, or rather the lack of it, did baffle me then (having heard from friends that girls were mightly impressed by emotional artifacts like poems) and so one day, well into our marriage, I did pose the question, as to why she did not seem to be too happy on receiving a poem from me. "Ya riiiiight...", she said, still busy folding the freshly washed clothes and tucking them away into neat piles in the almirah, "I remember that poem. It was really beautiful. I did wonder what website you downloaded it from".
If this belongs on the web then so be it:
To my Rose, With Love…
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The night was young the hearts were young,
The moon on her midnight stroll, unsung
Romeo and Juliet in the winter-night chill
Holding hearts to a dream’s fulfill…
“The more it flairs the more I suppress
It’s etched in my eyes for thee to see
No thoughts, no words, no acts'd express
My love for a rose, my love for thee…”
“Romeo... a million thorns may scald your hands
This rose may wither with the hour-sands…”
“For thee, Juliet, thorns couldn’t outsmart
Nor fiendish swords right through my heart”.
The blood-bath would stop at the threshold of their Eden
She, thus, spake with the joy in her heart a-laden“
Then love me, for eons and eons it may take
But don’t break my heart before it breaks…
Now go, my beloved, though my heart it’d kill
Lest the men find thee at my window-sill”.
“So long my Rose, I’ll live by thy dreams”
And he kissed her sweet lips, as time stood still.
-Anand Menon
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2 comments:
My goodness,Mr.Menon really its hard to believe that you have written it and not downloaded it(may be due to the use of archaic words like thee and all).But if if its by you,then I must comment ,it looks like a maestro's work..Really written straight from the heart,Good would be a very insufficient expression to praise your work,but I am short of words so,Good job, please keep writing..
Good job, feels a lot similar to the HighwayMan by Alfred Noyes..
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