Guru Jad Poet Couplet

The Second Man

Am I doomed to live a tale I cannot simply complete?
Shall I always remember her with every knocking beat?

I loved a girl who was never supposed to be mine, 
I drew her sky with lilies and her ground with pine; 

Saw new horizons from the beam of her blue eyes, 
Never knew these radiant cyans could be made of lies;

They warned me not to dream far with a too-closed lid,
Vanity told me it is envy and my vision became turbid! 

First month was a walk in Eden with roses flying in between, 
Second month declared the birth of a love yet not foreseen; 

The third summoned all jealous gazes and murmurs in a chest, 
In the fourth she disappeared and no it is not some silly jest! 

I wandered far and long trying to figure out as much as I can,
Why the only girl I loved would run away with another man?

Does love deceive humans when it manipulates and controls them?
How easy for us to blindly fall into a cleverly-webbed state of rem!

A year passed me by with all of its months and weeks and days, 
I aged in that empty year but had to bitterly live that phase;

Just then I saw her striding along the road, a vision to be seen,
The girl, who haunts me still, was carrying a baby so serene!!

My heart grew colder as I greeted her with the words I barely mustered, 
The scene deadened me since then and left me again heart-flustered! 


(True Story - Happened between 1996 and 1997)

© Guru Jad 2013

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Painted Hunter May 20, 2013 at 6:30 AM The Second Man....I just love that. This poem is excellent in every way! Guru Jad May 21, 2013 at 5:51 AM It came out of years and years of feelings.. still, much sentiments are lingering somewhere about that same incident!! Caleb, thank you again for reading me! XOXO

Gail Debole May 3, 2013 at 5:21 PM Hello Guru Jad - Love the structure of this poem...going month by month. Your word usage unique and so interesting. Had to keep reading to the end. As far as the girl, she wasn't worthy of you. - Gail Guru Jad May 3, 2013 at 5:36 PM Hello Gail,, you have brightened my soul with your comment. I am totally grateful for your visit here!

Dave Timperley February 28, 2013 at 1:59 PM Ah! the ode of a love lost. We are legion who have been there. I captured my beloved and against all odds I have her still, always a conquest but never a prisoner these past 43 years. God Bless. D. Guru Jad February 28, 2013 at 4:20 PM Lucky you.. May God sovereign your beloved and you for her! It is quite refreshing to hear of someone's conquest in love!

Poet Destroyer A February 26, 2013 at 12:14 PM Hello Guru, stopping by to say hi. I had to urge to read another poem from you. Hopefully, you post another poem for I to read. have yourself a sweet day~ OXO LINDA Guru Jad February 26, 2013 at 3:37 PM Dear Linda, such a request cannot be declined.. so how if it is a request from you?! I will soon write one for..... :) Let's wait and see! Enjoy your day, my Lady!

Poet Destroyer A February 25, 2013 at 2:11 PM Guru, a sad story, the vision has sorrow, getting at a survival level. Hope all is well now.. always~ LINDA Guru Jad February 25, 2013 at 3:14 PM Linda, I agree it is sad, but it the sweet sadness, if you get what I mean. The exquisiteness of grief transcending to higher levels leaving a grand field of poetry. Since her departure, I have never written poetry addressed to a girl but her! So, in a way, I owe her my poetic inspiration.

Richard Lamoureux February 24, 2013 at 7:51 PM Hello Jad, dropping by to say hello. If you have a chance check out my most recent poem. I hope you have had a wonderful weekend. Guru Jad February 25, 2013 at 3:15 AM Hello Richard, of course I will check your recent poem. Wish you the best times!

Andrea Dietrich February 24, 2013 at 12:55 AM this is a sad one. Something nearly everyone goes through, losing someone much loved but yours was especially painful. I sure enjoyed your poem. Guru Jad February 24, 2013 at 1:11 AM Painful because it is still perplexing.. with no reasons stretched out! Still, I believe that everything goes on as it should go whether we liked what is coming or not. It is always for the best interest of all parties. But till we know the why's.. we are going to continue composing!! I enjoyed your visit and comment! Cheerio!

Donna Jones February 23, 2013 at 7:34 PM A first love is so special it remains always.. Guru Jad February 24, 2013 at 12:36 AM Exactly... very special indeed, and we can simply transfer these tiny experiences into sweet memories no matter what! ... Thank you, Donna for your visit.

Richard Lamoureux February 23, 2013 at 6:49 PM Very moving Jad, I too have experienced lost love. I am still more than I would have been if I had never loved her. Painful none the less. Great poem! Guru Jad February 24, 2013 at 12:34 AM It is their losses anyway.. Hehehe... But what is really comforting is that even though the end was abruptly cut, the start was so rich..... Thank you for your comment.

Eileen Manassian February 23, 2013 at 4:42 PM Oh.....I feel your pain, my friend. Oh...how sad. How could she? I hope you have at least gained something of value from this experience and remember the old adage: "It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all!" Hugs! Guru Jad February 24, 2013 at 12:28 AM Sure, my dear.. I am the son of Hope and Love... Thank you for sharing this experience of yours. Eileen Manassian February 23, 2013 at 5:57 PM My dear...at 13 I feel in love with a boy of 15 in Cyprus....He was...So devoted to me, and so wanting of my affection. At that tender age, we held hands and wrote letters back and forth, but I lost him with the passage of time! We never forget those who have left a profound, indelible mark on our hearts. The heart heals and moves on...I hope you find someone worthy of you who will love you and appreciate your work! Guru Jad February 23, 2013 at 5:04 PM Dearest Eileen.. How soothing are your words and most relieving!! Though it was a very long ago, but it feels like today! I guess it will never be erased from my heart and mind.. Still, when pain ages, it grows to something far from sadness or bitterness.. something less aching.