A poignant love poem, by Prof. Nandini, interwoven with the charm and magic of Nature, exclusively for Different Truths.
“When feelings are immense, words stand poor.” From the blue you said that you, my cherished blue-eyed lover. You traveled all the way from the island realm remote I knew, you knew, that is the time when the drinking glass had to be fragmented. The glass of the mellow and all-encompassing wine is to calm. What goblet is in my hands? Which map takes one to you, my chum? Suddenly the Yellow Moon is full. Tonight you hang like a silver smile on my lips, you pierce me abysmal. This city sleeps on the pavement. They say a charmer will cross the asphalt soon. Planting his chauffeur, he will disappear into the air thick and thin. Hauling on my city’s dusky fabric the chauffeur is vexed by sea, sand and salt. I see, you raise your hand to touch the Yellow Moon in amazement. Just to intoxicate you a bit in a little-eyed window of the lover’s nest just so you’d be evoked by taciturn glasses and the street I connived. Standing in the lattice of silence, I am water lily, I cling to the portico I think of you like ease and breeze, my acerbic downcast face as you pass through. In the hall of my longings you belong, I smile and make headlamps wink, in these demanding days your envoys take to the place you’d never want to go. Because you never knew you wanted more, and because I introduced you to you, tacit. Wait and watch, our blue sky will gradually grow thinner and solvent. Let’s put their lights out, aware and unaware, let them sleep. All I know today is, in your presence I am good to go, let them peep. Good to go and climb to the summit and reach the Terza Rima of my wistful wishes and pivotal, infinitive desires, deep.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
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