....................................................I
The sky opens up.
How long ago was
The last time it did?
How long ago
Were the last rains?
The bolts are always
The same. Purple.
Blinding white at their core.
Sometimes the light
Enters the bedroom
And fuses with
The white heat
Of the tubelights.
It’s all electricity
In the end…
And how long ago
Were the last rains?
Not while you lived,
Not while you smiled,
Spoke, whispered and
Walked.
Not while you
Were you…
They say you still live.
They say you still
Get drunk
In the local pub…
They say that.
They also say You
Wander. Alone.
And they wait.
Tonight.
Like every night,
For you to return
Home.
II
For thus was it proclaimed at your funeral.
That you would return…
One night,
When the sky is so red
And so viscous,
And the trees so awake, (You Shall Return.)
That they shudder
And wonder…
Is it twilight?
Or is it dawn?
And they still know
That it is neither.
It is night.
And the skies have, now,
Shut their barrage gates…
It is night,
Quiet,
Red, luminous.
The equinox is approaching…
Dark merges into light,
Day, with night.
And the air waits…
III
Gases in the tubelights
Spark, flicker and waver…
The night is yet not dark enough
To kill the light with dark,
Not just enough.
How much more opaque?
They ask.
How much more opaque
Should the calm get
Sir?
IV
They have seen you.
You.
Frozen momentarily in this plane,
In headlights of
Car strangers, Strange
Cars… Strange.
Estranged.
You.
They have caught
The whiff of your
Drunken breath
In winter fogs
And summer hazes.
They have smelt the tobacco
Felt the look…
Your gaze…
But only I
Have felt your lips on mine.
I have felt your touch
On my neck.
Your arm around me,
Fingers entangled in mine.
Not a thing has changed
Since you
Became one
With the yew…
Not a thing…
Except,
I cannot see you.
V
And tonight,
That shall be redeemed.
You never really died.
The world,
Our world,
Knows you shall return.
And they hope.
Tonight, like every night,
They HOPE.
But tonight,
I.
KNOW.
VI
My love…
My love.
How long ago was
The last time it did?
How long ago
Were the last rains?
The bolts are always
The same. Purple.
Blinding white at their core.
Sometimes the light
Enters the bedroom
And fuses with
The white heat
Of the tubelights.
It’s all electricity
In the end…
And how long ago
Were the last rains?
Not while you lived,
Not while you smiled,
Spoke, whispered and
Walked.
Not while you
Were you…
They say you still live.
They say you still
Get drunk
In the local pub…
They say that.
They also say You
Wander. Alone.
And they wait.
Tonight.
Like every night,
For you to return
Home.
II
For thus was it proclaimed at your funeral.
That you would return…
One night,
When the sky is so red
And so viscous,
And the trees so awake, (You Shall Return.)
That they shudder
And wonder…
Is it twilight?
Or is it dawn?
And they still know
That it is neither.
It is night.
And the skies have, now,
Shut their barrage gates…
It is night,
Quiet,
Red, luminous.
The equinox is approaching…
Dark merges into light,
Day, with night.
And the air waits…
III
Gases in the tubelights
Spark, flicker and waver…
The night is yet not dark enough
To kill the light with dark,
Not just enough.
How much more opaque?
They ask.
How much more opaque
Should the calm get
Sir?
IV
They have seen you.
You.
Frozen momentarily in this plane,
In headlights of
Car strangers, Strange
Cars… Strange.
Estranged.
You.
They have caught
The whiff of your
Drunken breath
In winter fogs
And summer hazes.
They have smelt the tobacco
Felt the look…
Your gaze…
But only I
Have felt your lips on mine.
I have felt your touch
On my neck.
Your arm around me,
Fingers entangled in mine.
Not a thing has changed
Since you
Became one
With the yew…
Not a thing…
Except,
I cannot see you.
V
And tonight,
That shall be redeemed.
You never really died.
The world,
Our world,
Knows you shall return.
And they hope.
Tonight, like every night,
They HOPE.
But tonight,
I.
KNOW.
VI
My love…
My love.
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11 times danced the dryads:
"Not a thing has changed
Since you
Became one
With the yew…
Not a thing…
Except,
I cannot see you."
I love the poignancy in these lines. There is something so eternally and soulfully (no pun intended) sad about them... I can't pinpoint it exactly. Beautiful.
And I've been away for so long... you've got a new template! :D
"It’s all electricity
In the end…"
......
beautiful
babe how cn we stop the bleeding re?
wen will it finally leave us...wen will smoke and vodka in bisleri bottles cease to become our only refuge.... will they never return?
or rather hav they actually left us?
if so..........then y do we feel them with all our being...y does isolation seem like death to us?
Oh beautiful :(
this is absolutely beautiful. Great job! :-)
this is AWESOME!!! get rid of the picture ekkhuni. the poem is way way better than it!
The first thing I did once I finished reading this piece was to follow your blog.
Now, about the poem, I felt this more as a song than a poem. It is dark yet so beautiful!
A brilliant title as well! It had this haunting feel to it as I felt it being whispered into my ear.
Great job! Very well written! Keep at it!!!
"I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full.."
Its all about the diamonds and rust and that we pay for both. :)
Good to see your presence once again. Its a wonderful verse.
Take care. God bless.
some lingering memories?
Nice post. In true Jadis style :)
Cheers
CRD
the poem gets better as it unfolds.Subtle and beautiful and not dark enough to kill the light with dark.:)
Beautiful...
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