On such lonely nights as this,
When every breath is an effort,
Every moment an eon,
I look at the stars for company,
And I find you there—
Among them, smiling at me…
I try and smile. I have to.
A moment’s insanity blinds me,
Tells me that we’re together—it’s
An unconscious insanity,
From which I instantly wake myself,
Tell myself that light years exist between us,
That a day would come, when even an agnostic would be firm,
But how can this be?
We feel nothing but lost glances at each other,
Nothing but the winds of feeling,
Nothing but the meeting of our emotions in the solitude of the crowds.
We need nothing but the urge:
To hold intact the mirror that reason is,
To maintain the sacrosanct frontiers—a test of our faith,
And despite all those joyful delusions of ours,
The strength to deny ourselves a chance at being human, for
How can this be?
The promise was never between us,
It was between myself and I.
I should smile, I should try to.
It is a test of my faith.
2 comments:
dear monu,
as chandran says poetry is al bout rhythm.u wrote a very good linguistic piece,bt would afraid to call it a poem.focus more on precision n objective corelativity.revisions also wud do a lot of gud.all d best 4 d next piece
dear monu,
structurally and semantically it stands up to scrutiny.Impressive use of the stream of consciousness technique.Strong images- good. But diction goes a bit overboard at times.Well done, overall.Way to go dyude!
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