Words run poor on my lips
When I say how much I love you dear
Fair Lady you place is in the velvet roses
But why not in the madness of my heart?
“Love doesn’t last to those born lonely” said Fair Lady to me,
And I cried to the utmost
Where not even angels could share my tears!
The words of disbelief I heard from the Lady I loved,
Forgive you I said to her, blessed her spirit and walked away
I then turned to her and said in simple voice,
She mistook a relief!
Tears have become so cheap, they fall without a sense,
Heart has become so useless, it beats to anyone it sees
Forgive me Fair Lady for I’m a born poor and a lonely soul
That wanders around to find someone to walk with!
I then bid her a bye…nay, I walked away
To the place where solitude never leaves, and happiness never exists,
To the slums of poverty
Where loneliness clings…to the place where I could relate…
Oh! What sorrow it had been…
I still remember now…
But alas she never understood
I an the thorn that protects the rose!
The last day of one October sun,
I walked to her, bleeding…
Blood all over…
How much I wished to touch her the last time, no one could feel…
And yet I fell on the ground…
My hand asking to hold her hands…
For the next time I’m born, oh! Fair Lady,
I shall not be born lonely.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Montain Edge
.I.
The wind with its untrimmed breeze
Sways the reed near that very mountain edge
Slowly and swiftly it rhymes the wind
Dancing with melody all along
Among the reeds and cool breeze,
A sweet voice whispered
And in the wind, it echoes like my lost love singing
An angel, she was to me.
With my pounding heart
I went near to reach the voice
Listening to the melody of the winds…
Alas! Now was clearly a deep melancholy.
What a sorrow I felt in my heart
I cannot say
For the voice of melancholy…
I had mistaken a song.
And as I neared her,
She sat facing the mountain
Where my beloved and I
Sat looking at the setting sun below our feet…
Oh! What beauty it had been
But it was a long time back
The setting of the last November sun
Had faded my beloved the early morn!
Oh! How painful it had been to bid her a bye…
Tears streamed my eyes…
For it was yesterday we had imagined…
Our life together…forever…
Now the girl
Called me by my name…nay…she didn’t turn around…
She sat facing the mountain,…
Feeling my walk near to her,
She nodded her head as a welcome
Fearing…yet willing, I reached to her
Then I placed my hand over her shoulder to my left
Around she turned to me…
What a shock it was…she was the love I lost!
I backed my steps
Thinking of it as an illusion time played on to me
Then she neared to me…
With her eyes wet…my eyes in disillusionment.
Now she touched me,
Drawn me near and gently kissed my lips
And all my fear drowned in her kiss…
She never was gone…I cried of love.
She was there, and I was there
Nothing but her mattered to me now
And she then slowly
Walked back to the mountain edge.
Do not go, I called to her,
And she said to me, ‘the world does not respect love,
Come with me to a place where angels play, and love never ends’
Then I walked near to her…
While she stepped back and back…
Finally I trippec
.II.
The unchained melody of the voice
Echoes in my ears
Like merry melancholy trumpeting
Over the great mountain ridges.
In the fading sun, with gentle wind blowing…
Swaying the reeds nearby…
The voices I recalled…a duet I believe…
And remembered the story I had grown up hearing
Once there was a couple; my mother would begin
They were cupids passer bys stared at,
And lovers in jealousy cursed them from within,
For their love was immortal to the time they lived
The setting of one last November sun
Had faded his beloved one early morn
And since then he had lived a life of solitude
Until the next last November sun
When he faded away…
But it was a long time back
Ever since then, the duet voice echoed
Over the great mountain ridges
Where they sat looking the setting sun
Longing life together…forever…
The echoes in my ears
Weren’t merry melancholy trumpeting…
But the two immortal cupids singing
Their imagination coming true…to a place where no one could eye their love
Now I stood from the bench facing the drowning sun
Wished the cupids well
And walked back to my place…
While the wind howled thanking me…
And the reeds swayed bidding me a bye.
The wind with its untrimmed breeze
Sways the reed near that very mountain edge
Slowly and swiftly it rhymes the wind
Dancing with melody all along
Among the reeds and cool breeze,
A sweet voice whispered
And in the wind, it echoes like my lost love singing
An angel, she was to me.
With my pounding heart
I went near to reach the voice
Listening to the melody of the winds…
Alas! Now was clearly a deep melancholy.
What a sorrow I felt in my heart
I cannot say
For the voice of melancholy…
I had mistaken a song.
And as I neared her,
She sat facing the mountain
Where my beloved and I
Sat looking at the setting sun below our feet…
Oh! What beauty it had been
But it was a long time back
The setting of the last November sun
Had faded my beloved the early morn!
Oh! How painful it had been to bid her a bye…
Tears streamed my eyes…
For it was yesterday we had imagined…
Our life together…forever…
Now the girl
Called me by my name…nay…she didn’t turn around…
She sat facing the mountain,…
Feeling my walk near to her,
She nodded her head as a welcome
Fearing…yet willing, I reached to her
Then I placed my hand over her shoulder to my left
Around she turned to me…
What a shock it was…she was the love I lost!
I backed my steps
Thinking of it as an illusion time played on to me
Then she neared to me…
With her eyes wet…my eyes in disillusionment.
Now she touched me,
Drawn me near and gently kissed my lips
And all my fear drowned in her kiss…
She never was gone…I cried of love.
She was there, and I was there
Nothing but her mattered to me now
And she then slowly
Walked back to the mountain edge.
Do not go, I called to her,
And she said to me, ‘the world does not respect love,
Come with me to a place where angels play, and love never ends’
Then I walked near to her…
While she stepped back and back…
Finally I trippec
.II.
The unchained melody of the voice
Echoes in my ears
Like merry melancholy trumpeting
Over the great mountain ridges.
In the fading sun, with gentle wind blowing…
Swaying the reeds nearby…
The voices I recalled…a duet I believe…
And remembered the story I had grown up hearing
Once there was a couple; my mother would begin
They were cupids passer bys stared at,
And lovers in jealousy cursed them from within,
For their love was immortal to the time they lived
The setting of one last November sun
Had faded his beloved one early morn
And since then he had lived a life of solitude
Until the next last November sun
When he faded away…
But it was a long time back
Ever since then, the duet voice echoed
Over the great mountain ridges
Where they sat looking the setting sun
Longing life together…forever…
The echoes in my ears
Weren’t merry melancholy trumpeting…
But the two immortal cupids singing
Their imagination coming true…to a place where no one could eye their love
Now I stood from the bench facing the drowning sun
Wished the cupids well
And walked back to my place…
While the wind howled thanking me…
And the reeds swayed bidding me a bye.
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