Scars of a stone

                 My sixth poem,and I dedicate this to Lady Gaga, whose Alejandro gave me the feel with which I wrote this poem.It is written in the view of a person who looks for the meaning of love(though it is a fact that it can never be found!). He is in love with a girl who doesn't love him. He suffers a lot due to the pain that love inflicts on him, and so , he tries to figure out why should he take so much chances for someone who doesn't even care about him. He finds it out from a violin's tune, played by a young girl who lost her lover.Read on....

Shadow spread of a gloomy dawn,

   Taller tides and roaring wind,

Walking along a sandy stretch,

   with quest for clues, of life and love.

A violin's touch, a tune so faint,

   Follow'd trail of the forlorn tune,

Pull'd me more, with it's cruel hold,

   Caught thy source, and just stood still.

Clad in pure, a lonely lass,

   Eyelids closed and a silent breath.

Her heart so cold, face turned pale,

   Ray of life, was her moving hand.

Tune of love, tune of loss,

    Her sorrow turn'd ,a master's tool.

Sung by strings, her tale of love,

    Lost in time, lost deep in dreams.

Carv'd in heart, be destined with,

    Hold of hands mark'd essenced soul.

Where kiss, but a passion's form,

    Lullaby, were his beats of heart.

Left in lone, now left alone,

    One for two, her soul is gone;

Now seconds seem an endless pass,

    Crushed, by the hold of pain.

Her tune so long, defined love,

    Wealth of pain for the truest heart;

Venom, for a constant death;

    Potion yet, for a fulfilled life,

An unfair race, is love , but one?

    Swept by wind, I moved my way,

With a drop of tear, my gracia signed,

    Ruins me more, still, my love stays strong!

1.An evening,along a seashore, the poet walks with doubts the nature of love, thinking deeply to himself.

2.Suddenly he hears a violin's tune, which pulls him forward towards the source of the tune, and he stands still when he finds the source.

3. He sees a young girl in white clothes, who is standing still as dead and cold. The only proof that she is alive was her hand which was playing the violin.

4. This is personification of the tune. The tune is said to be telling the story of her love to the poet. "Her sorrow turned, a master's tool" says that the tune was played by her sorrow thorough her hands. She lost her lover, to time(i.e. he is dead), and her love has stayed in dreams forever.

5.She had decided strongly that she is going to spend her life with him forever. When they were holding hands together, their soul was becoming one. Kiss between them was the result of ultimate passion for each other. She used to sleep in his chest, and so her lullaby was his heartbeats.

6. She now feels the pain of loneliness without him. Their soul was one, and so, her soul has gone with him. Even a single second seems to be of endless pain for her.

7.The poet understands the nature of love from her. Love gifts only pain to the ones who love truly. It is a venom, which keeps killing the heart in love. Still, love is the way for a fulfilled life in this world. So love is both a curse as well as a gift. 

8. The poet moves away understanding the nature of love by her tune, and to thank her, he sheds a drop of tear for her. The poet now knows the true nature of love.But he decides that , though love may harm him as much as it can, his love will stay in his heart forever. 

Still Will

My fourth poem,and a different theme from other poems (which were about love or related to it).The theme of this poem is "inspiring a soldier in the battlefield".Hope you enjoy it. I dedicate this poem to my friend Sundar, from whom I stole this amazing title, "Still Will".

Falling souls and fallen ones,

     Tell me not thy reasons lame.

For glory carv’d on his pearls of black,

      Blameth’ him, and not his kind.

Weaker be thy broken sword,

     And harder be the slayer’s fort.

But weaker still is a trunker’s start,

     Pierces off the layer’s might.

Mates of home may view the sky,

     With stream of blood from gallant hearts.

Fuel off, thy raging beast,

      Lust, for ‘es cries of pain.

Fight, for thy duty’s rule;

     Fight ,for the future’s hope;

Fight for the word of love;

      And fight till thy weapons rot.

End of days with roars of pride,

     Victory crowns a liberal life.

Where honor holds the hands of love,

     Be slain’d in dust or linger free?

   1. For people who have lost in the battle or on the verge of losing, don’t give lame reasons for your failure. The ones with victory close to the eyes (pearls of black) blame themselves for their mistakes and not others. “Not his kind” refers to fellows in the battlefield.

 2. The sword you carry may be weak and broken, and the enemy’s fort may be harder. But these cannot hinder a determined man’s progress. A plant sapling breaks off the layer of earth when it comes out of the seed and then grows strong and tall (trunker). An example of the victory of persistence.

  3.The fellow warriors may lie down dead with blood from their gallant hearts. This should not impart fear to the other warriors, but rather should fuel the beast within them. Lust,(a strong desire) for the enemy’s cries of pain should grow within the other soldiers to revenge for their mates’ death.

 4.The soldier should remember his duty for the nation, the fate of the future generation (slaved on losing the battle), and for the love of the people in his country. And he should fight till his weapons rot (which is impossible and signifies that a warrior should never give up.)

   5.At last, when the battle is over and victory gives them liberty (rather than slavery), honor and love of the people are presented to the soldier. The last line asks the soldier whether he chooses to keep fighting to see victory or to give up and join the group of cowards who ran off and are considered as worthless dust by the country men.


   ©2010 Manish M.All rights reserved.

Frozen Heart

 This poem is written in the view of a person who is against the concept of love. Nothing personal,  just an imagination. 

Love-A mystic knife,
      Cruel stabs for a second’s flash.
Juicing on the melt of life,
   Passions hard for a tender’s choice.

Ransoms off thy beauty’s wish,
      Nor craves, for a metal’s glit.
Lone, is the sadist want;
      Embed’ pain till freeze of breath.

Masters force, forces strong,
      Word of slain for the warlord’s league,
Where ripened souls seek fruits of soft,
        Fear’th most the gospels dark.

Reasons fail for thy lass’ moves,
     Tortures cloud my mortal days,
Dance of pride o’er decayed shield,
     White wings poor, spare will thee?

1. The mysterious knife called “Love”  gifts cruel stabs on the heart of the one who thinks about it. Love is compared to a knife which stabs the person and drinks the blood from his heart. “Melt of Life” is the blood."Second's flash" means a flash of thought which lasts only for a second. “Tenders choice” refers to the young hearts which Love chooses the most.

2.  Love is personified as a girl who is least interested in wealth .”Metal’s glit” stands for the glittering metal, gold. Love is compared to a sadist who gains pleasure from the pain of others. ”Lone” says that the want of Love is just one, and that is to gift never ending pain to the one in Love.

3. Love is defined a force, which is the master of all forces. It answers by slaining even the greatest lord of war and his army(potrayal of the emotional powress of love). And love is the one where the old wise sages come to learn the art of peace. ”Soft” stands for peace. Love is feared even by the worst of ghosts. ”gospels dark” means the ghosts which are the angels of the night.

4. No one can explain why Love follows such a style.Here too, love is personified as a gal. "Lass' moves" means the style followed by the girl. A man in true Love will have his days on earth surrounded by tortures. The last two lines ask “after rejoicing over the fall of my body to the earth, will Love spare at least my soul?”. “Decayed shield” stands for the body which shields the soul and the “White Wings” is a metaphor of the soul which is compared to a white bird which comes out of a trapped cage, as soul comes out of the body.

Solace

This is the poem which brought me back to the world of poetry after a long break. Just got this theme on a lonely cool night.






Still with silence, a lonely road,

                Silhouette of a master’s touch,

Drowsy moon on a snaily pace,

                Fragrance, of the dying roses.

Breeze unkind, a gentle caress,

                As darkened clouds to the clearer sky,

Her muffled face to a ghastly glow,

                With the roaring trees and hooting eyes.

Attire dark from dusk till dawn,

                Slower tread be witch’s style,

Faster signs a ghost in roam,

                But neither was thy damsel’s move.

Still unkind, the wilder wind,

                Blowing off the evil’s cloak,

Lost its course, deep in dark,

                Her combat with the cold unarmed.

Moving on with an angel’s grace,

                Numbing limbs marketh slower steps,

Worsens more where firesparks freeze,

                With fragile lags moves my girl.

An instant where holds go loose,

                From splendid leaf to floating dry,

Embracin’ her eternal hope,

                Silence back, but now at heart.

1.On a silent and lonely road ,which looks like a Silhouette painted by a Master of art, the moon is slightly visible which is depicted by the word “Drowsy”. It’s the time when the roses, which bloom at daybreak, are withered away.

2.The breeze is  now a little fast,  whose gentle caress blows the cloth covering the face of the girl. The simile “Darkened clouds to the clearer sky ” tells that the color of the cloth is black and also that the girl has a beautiful face. The cloth reveals the face of the girl which looks a bit strange. At that time , due to the breeze, the ruffle of the leaves is personified as “roaring trees” and “hooting eyes “is a metaphor of the owls at night.

3.She has an outer wear which is black in color."Dusk" represents her hair at top and "Dawn",her feet. From her way of moving, it is seen that she is clearly a human girl. If she had been moving slow, she could be taken for Witch, and if faster, she would be a ghost in the usual night roams.

4.The breeze had turned more vigorous and is called as “Wind” to represent it’s intensity. The wind now blows off her Cloak .”Evil’s Cloak” refers to the color of the Cloak since black is a sign of evil. The Cloak gets lost in the dark and in the Wind. So she fights the cold weather alone without anything (other than her casual attire)to protect her .

5.Even then she moves on with the style of an angel. But her limbs are numb with cold due to which she starts to drag herself forward. The intensity of the cold is shown in the lines “worsens more where firesparks freeze”. The cold is so intense that it freezes the sparks of fire.

6.When the time has been reached , the one that holds something has to let it free. Here, the body of the girl holds her soul with great struggle. It is said from the line “From splendid leaf to floating dry”. The leaves of a tree when young and green are held strongly with the branches but on drying, the get detached and float in air.

“Embracin her eternal hope ” describes the fall of the girl to the ground. The girl embraces the earth by giving her soul out and the eternal hope is the earth in which she has to spend the rest of her days. The poem starts with a silent surrounding but now, the silence is back but it is at the heart of the girl (ie) the girl has died.

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