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You know how they say,
you can’t make
this stuff up...
(True story!)
As fishing stories go,
this is not a story
of the one that got away.
This is a story of
four fish that didn’t.
We started out
feeling fine,
everyone having a good time.
fishing on the pear.
For beginners luck
I was catching fish
two at a time.
I was confident
and in control,
I politely avoided a lady
who was offering
to rub your fishing pole.
Lucky for us the water
was warm and not that deep.
I pulled my fourth fish
out of the water.
And then it was time
to get on the boat.
Well, as it turns out
things didn’t go my way.
I couldn’t catch a fish
while on the boat all day.
The next time we go fishing
I will exercise
a little more control,
and let that lady
rub my fishing pole.
There’s nothing about leaving children when parents drift apart.
Nothing about loosing children that walked into your heart.
Biologically not mine but I treat you as my own.
With seven of you together, I was never ever alone.
But for years I stood on the side line and let time pass us by.
Not realising the man you turned into and now im asking why.
Life took us in a different direction and we went our separate ways.
Yet through your little brother I’d hear your laugh, and your naughty little ways.
I’d still hear about all the things you did and I’d check in once or twice.
But nothing could prepare me for the news of your demise.
With heavy hearts and memories vast
That little boy you’ll stay
The one that walked into my home and heart
The one that got away
On the streets of a cold night i walk,
Its half-pass nine, and i recall
Its valentine's day, having no partner,
I sing out to the stars,
Throwing stones on the waters,
Cooling off my puffed anger,
looking up, i see brown,
An ex-lover, smiling endlessly at me,
Its you, the one i often call "the one that got away"
Finally having a date, i smiled all through,
We moved to a nearby restaurant,
There we exposed our secrets of leaving the ship,
He was so much of a glutton,
That was my excuse,
Was that really enough reason to leave?
Or i just had not figured out why,
He blushed saying
"you were too much of a snub"
A snub? i never knew i was, he never told me,
He always kept to himself leaving me with no clue.
I didn't just want to be a pest i guess.
Our past memories flashes through,
And i finally got the one that stole my heart ,
We could solve our little problems in our closet.
My love are you near?
My love are you away ?
My love why won’t you stay?
As eyes gets older one thinks the mind is forever stuck
As eyes gets older one thinks of the found memories
As eyes gets older one thinks of the sadness that came.
We met with smiles and glee
We met under the trees
We met with fury and anger
We played till sunrise to sunset
We played and hide under the trees
We played and dance in the rain
Do you remember the last night we touched
Do you remember the last night we danced
Do you remember the last night we fought
As you go to another do you still remember my name
As I go to another will I still remember your name
As we are in another arms do we still call on one another
Remember me when you’re old
Remember me when you’re under a tree
Remember me when you hear our songs
As I open my eyes I throw a rose under the tree we use to hide
I grow old while you’re forever stuck
For as it is I who can’t move on
And I leave a rose by your memory of what you are now
When my eyes close and I think my last thought
I see you again and now we are both in the stars.
"I love you"
These are the three ripe words that
I wanted to whisper in your ears.
So, I
Fixed a date
You came
We met
We spoke
But I couldn't propose:
Though tattooed on the tip of my tongue,
at my dismay it refrained to flow out.
Then,
I packed all my feelings and emotions in a box
with a love letter clinched to it
and laid it on your desk.
Looking at the hourglass
Counted the time.
Zealously anticipating
for your arrival
But,
Unfortunately
you were on sick leave.
Poor me
Carried the box
ran and hopped into a taxi.
Impatiently sitting,
throughout the ride
yearning to meet you..
After reaching the destination
Carelessly forgetting the box,
restlessly I jumped down
Rushed to your flat
Found your name plate beside the door
Pressed on the calling bell
Faced your maid
With a fine clarification
I stepped inside the hall
Not finding you
Confused I stood.
In a while,
Got to know
that you have been shifted
to hospital;
Not knowing the address
and the exact location
I stumbled
Place to place..
In search of you
With a wrong information.
Cash had melted;
Looking my wallet
I sat on the street
gaping at your photo,
that..I had stolen
from your locker.
Hit suddenly an idea..
Thought of calling you
But,
In a hurry had left my
mobile on my table;
Recalling your number
I went to a telephone Booth
I tried and tried and tried..
With many failed attempts
I just heard the recorded voice
which repeatedly said:
"your call is not reachable"
My eye lids were twitching
prophesying something awful is to happen.
The clouds were shadowed by darkness;
And I returned back home
with a huge sigh;
Found my pillow
Embraced ,
Cried my heart out,
Lay insomniac,
whole night
Thinking
Of YOU
I stay awake
Worrying,
What might have happened to you..!
The next day morning,
I found newspaper
Headlines said:
"Airplane crashed due to turbulence"
Strange was to know..
Your name typed too..
under the missing passenger list.
Why such a shocking news ?!
Why the hell did he board the flight
all in sudden with no clue?
Myself wriggled
On the floor..
Soul paralyzed
"Losing him"
~The Untold love~
The one who capriciously
got away from me
in a very
short span
of time.
3-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:The one that got away poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
THE SILENT LOVER
I knew well, you fell in love with me
Your eyes reflected ardent ardor
But it seemed blunt, not sparkling splendor.
Felt pity yet no weakness.
You were not the right person
Most ordinary version,
not my Mr. Perfect with desired intellect.
My blooming youth with promising present
and aspiring future was the prime truth.
Your eagerness to come close seemed ridiculous to me.
It was oblivious not to reciprocate!
On long journey of life, such trivial happenstances may appear
quite natural, I did not indulge and chose my own way.
Time passed by.
Now still static old age lying supine
on burnt ashes of dynamic youth revealing ruthless truth.
Lamentation of losing your modest lavender love
secreted nectar of amorous flow oozing from abyss of my heart
yielding a pearl of dolor.
Now no way left to adore you with my pearly passion.
07/07/20
Third Place
'The One That Got Away' Contest by Silent One
when it comes to the travails
of the human heart
logic is a poor study
as Diogenes' wisdom gathers a lantern
searching in vain
there is a deeper reasoning
among the bats gathered in the belfry
ratiocination resting on a slippery slope
grasping at a coherent balance
amidst a pyroclastic flow
and although it makes little sense
it never really had to
the sensory faculty never met
with any goal other than
leap before the bottom falls out
and why Vulcans put forth their take
live long and prosper
it keeps the children coming
as well as the undying poetry written
in song as DJs are given to say
this tune is dedicated to
the one that got away
Oregon 10/23
is this then my fate
watching the scurrying crabs
rearranging sands, counting the waves
the wary eyes of the magnificent frigates above
your eyes were to me
exotic birds of aquamarine
whose free flight
stole my thoughts
my breath
my heart
now i have a horizon
where the world disappears
the universe begins
azure is more than a color
how ironic
how often said
love is blue
herein are only remembrances
of shared happiness
a gentleman never tastes bitterness
in what was not meant to be
i had a professor once, well more than once
who explained that we needed
to reach into the depth of being
to write poetry
that sentiment was to be avoided
as some shunned member of society
a useless masked whore
this poem is my gift to you
not to impress a world i could care less about
but to validate the point
sentiment is the foundation of poetry
innate to the heart's wings in the quill
that fills the dreams within
or walks in mourning upon the beach
Fergus Falls 2000
on Youtube:
Tom Waits - "The One That Got Away"
« In love, mother.. ! »
sobbing words
an echo, like no other
the chokes and the pain, I recall
who was to blame for all that did befall?
What if
that love made sense
and the doors of heaven were open
to the voice of ardour
that could raze every single fence
we would to emotions have given vent!
What if
I failed to see through a mind
“that road was not to take”
from a dream
I was told I had to wake..
What if
I had the power of belief
In the beauty of that love
In a sweet ache
that was so brief
and so harsh..
What if
I could into my safe keep
that treasure between his ribs
ever vibrant, a rich seep
I might have walked paths of wonder!
I wonder
what would that love to me have brought?
what would have been to change a lot?
What if
I now could see the one
that got away
that one
who stole my heart in its heyday
would I recognise that feel again?
the taste of loss, would it be the same?
the pain of love, I wonder
if its savour would remain!
“What ifs”
the power to capture the beauty of the past
and transcend it to the wonder of the dream!
The nature of soul would never stand still
as the river of serenity whose current unseen
flows to reach the ocean with a spirited will
So is a poet whose pen has been drinking
from the river of life
filled with true words to the brim..
The One That Got Away Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Thanks I would say for the chance to create,
Dreams to elate, and fantasies to stargaze;
Recalling fondly the fun themes of contests
Which frequently I set free on butterfly wings
In gardens of spring on scented ruby winds
Endearing sunrise in dawn’s golden appeal
Having kissed doting night’s blushed reveries.
To verses of ballad I would offer my thanks
For blossoming words in passions of romance
Choreographing dance of nocturnal moths
As love floated freely amid millions of stars
Warbling in rhythms of nightingale’s songs
Cuddling “sensuality” through “poetry and me”
Humming to the tune of “I dreamed a dream”
Saying sincerely: grateful for the memories.
Shedding “one last tear” for “one that got away”
“Poems that paint a picture” I would elevate
Refusing to entertain, “if there was no poetry”;
Contest or not, I must continue my odyssey,
So much yet to see, so much yet to gleam--
Traversing life’s glee, sailing deep blue seas
Climbing high mountains, exploring green valleys
Seeking words that cogitate depth of artistry.
Nostalgic for poetry, life would miss a beat
Echoing a violin strumming dissonance of lyrics--
A disharmonious chorus longing for harmony;
So, neither a new frontier, nor “the last goodbye”
My humble aspirations shall continue to vie
For one more verse of joy, one timeless lullaby.
July 19, 2020
Placed 1st: If this was my last poetry contest poem
Sponsor: Silent One
Prior contest names are in quotation marks