Dialogue Poem Set 3.2: On Love
Ashen Cloak spoke:
In the ever shrouding room
I stand, staring, motionless
Through the wide glass
Gazing, wonderingly at the
Awesome skies, expanding.
Swirls of atmospheric
Blue amidst blue, baffling
Tints and hues
Pound into the other as the night
Dawns the sky.
I gasp at its perfect majesty
My warm heart melts as
Beauty awakens her sleepless eyes
To stare, tenderly, blindlessly
Into my soul pulling at the
Strings of life – the nerve of my spirit,
Burning and passionate, and
I, quietly restrained…
And then She enters the room,
She stands gently by my side,
To silently face the sky,
Devoid of thoughts on me
But to the night, beyond, inspired.
She too alight.
Her sweet rose perfume seeps
Around me to flicker beneath
My tears, and I dare not turn.
We both stand,
Witness to the imperial tempest,
Reflecting its blesséd faint blue silver
On our intent faces,
Our bodies lost in the darkness.
The en-flamed horizon, a line of fire,
Framed the mauve-purple void.
A flock of tendrils, dark blue, cut across as
Harbingers foretelling the onslaught.
An ocean of blue-black approached
Sailing, flags flying, gallantly
Atop battalions of leviathan clouds.
Watch the scene!
Stare at the bellowing power, incomprehensible!
See the aerial beasts, tearing limb from limb
The remnants of day.
What enchantment was this?
In a moment, all had stopped.
The bulk of black manifest, a monolith
Of gargantuan night flattening the earth.
The darkness had clutched the air,
Like a thief of the heavens,
The bound Titan unleashed and won;
Something precious in its hands yet again,
Smiling, victorious, supreme.
Just as suddenly you left.
Oh how my soul shrank,
To leave me vacant!…
My darling you were like the night
To conquer my waking mind,
Inspiring my sleep and stealing away
My heart, my soul.
We were together, my love,
Our breath in matched synchrony
Even if for a second.
And then, you turned away into the darkness,
Grasping with you my quiet life – burnt to the quick – in your hands,
Making it yours.
And yet it is strange
To be neglected while countless others
Are free from such shadowed thoughts
And glooméd realities.
Far too often, since,
I yearn to be at your side,
Again – at least to see you –
Yet you have no warming light,
Neither golden radiance
Nor fervour, when you see me…
If you see me…
Why must I chant to the nameless space?
And beg for mercy from the un-hearing skies?
Why must I cry when I hear the emptiness…
The voiceless sorrow whisper,
Whispering my name?
I love you my nether-bride.
I love you more since you’ll Never be mine.
By Arif uz Zaman
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