The other day I was talking to a close friend of mine about broken relationships and broken hearts. I heard some very romantically heart-wrenching real life incidents during that conversation. Things about people moving on and never looking back at the devastation they caused. Stories of people living in the present clinging on to the memories of their past. Of people who are never able to move on. Of people who move on in the blink of an eyelid. Of relations that were meant to materialize and didn't -causing immense suffering to all involved. Of relations that weren't meant to materialize and did - again causing immense suffering to all involved.
I am not unromantic myself. I feel too deeply. I care too much. Though I reasoned out with my friend using cold logic and said that I do not advocate people wasting their entire lives for the sake of unrequited love...in my heart I can understand how it feels to be discarded, rejected and left behind...to be made a partner for some vividly colored warm days and then, to be left alone forever...to face the cold, grey days of loneliness.
I haven't tasted it yet,but I know its bitter. I haven't touched such loneliness, yet I know it is cold. I haven't seen such devastation with my own eyes, but I know it's shade is a morbid, dirty grey.
Here's a poem. Dedicated to all those who have loved from the depth of their beings, from their core, from the deepest reaches of their heart...to those who know that irrespective of whether lovers meet or not...life and time aren't powerful enough to wipe all the remembrances away. Once touched by the rainbow hues of romantic love, a part of your soul will forever be vividly colored...no matter how grey the cold days of loneliness. A part of your being, somewhere deep inside, will be a tiny rainbow, as long as you live.
(pssst....this is the first non rhyming poem I have composed. I didn't have much regard for non rhyming poems till late. But I am opening up now!)
The Rainbow in My Heart
I
I still remember
Those days of old
When you and I
Walked hand in hand
Along sea shores
Collecting shells
Milky white and Chocolate brown
And oyster shells
No pearls inside
All cream and beige
And then we found
One rainbow hued
Those days of old
When you and I
Walked hand in hand
Through green fields
Collecting flowers
Red and white
Purple, blue
Yellow and pink
With pollen dust
and fragrant dew
And then we found
One rainbow hued
When the days were young
And so were we
And hand in hand
We walked along
Through winding lanes
Treading gently
On fallen leaves
"rustle" "rustle"
Yellow, Orange
Autumnal shades
And then we found
One rainbow hued
Borne along
In the cool breeze
Of virgin nights
You and I
Walked along
Hand in hand
Counting stars,
Little lamps
On ink blue sky
And those that fell
On Earth's breast
And then we found
One rainbow hued
On lazy, cozy winter noons
Wrapped in fluffy
Cashmere wool
You and I
Walked along
Hand in hand
Watching birds
And counting them
Robins and sparrows
Parrots and koels
Flamingos too
And then we found
One rainbow hued
On evenings drenched
In the silver light
Of a full moon bright
You and I
Walked along
Hand in hand
Picking pebbles
On railway tracks
Black ,white, grey
Shiny, round
And cool and smooth
And then we found
One rainbow hued
I can still feel
The first rainfall
That drenched us both
You and me
Our hands entwined
Loving the sight
Of raindrops weaving
Myriad patterns
On spider webs
Countless drops
Diamond flecks
And then we found
One rainbow hued
In the warm circle
Of your arms
I first felt
Whatever it feels
When heart and mind
Lose partnership
When across distances
Meet two pairs
Of restless eyes
That moment divine
Coloured my life
With vivid tints
All rainbow hued
II
Nothing lasts
Forever, I know
The brightest rainbows
Fade with time
And leave behind
Moments covered
With layers of dust
The dust of time
Can't wipe this dust
It gets in the eyes
And tears fall
Salty droplets
Just a few
And amongst them one
Is rainbow hued
The shells collected
From the sands of time
The flowers - Red, White
Yellow, Blue
Fallen leaves and broken stars
And birds that have now flown away
The pebbles remain
With me, still
But the raindrops
On the spider's web?
I cannot find!
My arms outstretched
And your's withdrawn
I am a stranger now
To those restless eyes
But I am coloured
From head to toe
Violet, Indigo
Blue and Green
Yellow, Orange
And passionate Red
All rainbow colours
I stole from you
Oh! Owner of
My heart and soul
Just tell me once
You need not speak
A nod will do
Is a part of you
Still rainbow hued?
- Pallavi, 24th June 2012, Pune
Do you have such a personal rainbow somewhere in your heart too? Do you know someone who has?
No matter what the nature of your love story is, I hope you rate forgiveness and kindness towards the object of your affection, the highest on the list of virtues. Love that doesn't mold us into superior, better, more forgiving, kinder persons; cannot be love in its truest form.
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Cheers!
I believe love is a pure emotion. Sometimes our love does not understand our love towards him/her. Sometimes he/she is also committed to someone else. Being our love, we cant just hope that they should break up with them and get back to us. I believe thats against the ethics of love. Life has a motto of move on... Time does not wait for anyone. Time moves on... The love towards the person cannot be the same the next moment. Most people forget the years someone dedicated towards him/her in just a moment or even less than that. It is a puzzle what makes them so... I think it is because people start to take others for granted. Its a serious no-no when it comes to relationships. Saying thank you and sorry are almost forgotten by the people. They dont appreciate the existance of significant other after 1 year or more...
ReplyDeleteyes, that's sad but correct. There is no constancy even in the natural world. Its an ever changing process. Same is the case with human beings too. Sometimes people change the person of interest, and sometimes their interest in the person they love goes through ups and downs.
DeleteEnglish poet John Wilmot once said "Since 'tis is nature's law to change, Constancy alone is strange"
In the first sad situation where one person decides to leave and the other is still sticking around, there is probably nothing to be done. Ties once broken, are broken. The only solution is to move on.
But in the second scenario, where one may feel that his/her beloved isn't as interested as s/he was before, I guess the first corrective measure is to reinvent oneself and rekindle the fire.
Don't know...may be all this is too hypothetical! :)
Beautiful Poem Pallu,
ReplyDeleteWhile reading your poem constantly my mind was picturing scenes from UP (The movie)
here is a link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTBQYAE-pMk
awesome and elegant work.
keep writing
best
ayush
Hey Ayush
DeleteThanks so much for liking it! Yes, now that you mention it, I too am reminded of UP. Oh yes! That separation is one kind of separation too! (though I admit it didn't come to my mind when I was composing the poem).
Thanks once again!
Cheers!
Pallavi
Lovely poem, Pallavi! God save people from heartbreak. It is the toughest thing to deal with. You compose beautiful verses.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rohini! Amen to that! :)
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem !!
ReplyDeleteCan't relate to it but loved it for it's great.
I used to wonder why do we call a poem, a poem, when it's all prose and no resemblance to verse per se?
I was answered by a knowledgeable friend thus, "Modern poets discarded, rhythms, rhymes, metrical systems, metaphors etc. It was a revolt against the old schemes. Free verse was the rule of the day. They discarded too,love and nature and dealt with more modern considerations...."
Trying to read your blog though I must admit that primafacie our interests seem different. Nevertheless, the blog has been a great read so far.
Thanks, Arvind! I love all sorts of poetry, though initially I was resistant towards what we call modern poetry, devoid of rhyming...I had the same dilemma as you...
DeleteDifferent interests keep people interesting to one another! How boring and monotonous our conversations would be if we all were interested in the same things! :)
I am glad that you have been enjoying the blog so far! Thanks once again!